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Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Someone’s knockin’ at the door
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell
Do me a favor
Open the door and let ’em in
For the Millennials out there, these are the opening lyrics to a song written by Paul McCartney called Let ’em In. Mrs. Groovy and I heard this song on the radio a couple of weeks ago while we were driving up to Wake Forest. And as I took in this song, my percolating brain began to ooze some provocative thoughts.
My first thought was that this song sucks (check out the clip below and see for yourself). I don’t care who’s knocking at the door. And I certainly wouldn’t open it if I knew Sister Suzie, Uncle Ernie, and Auntie Gin were on the other side.
What gets me is that the lyrics to this song are about as creative as the lyrics I come up with to goof on my cat and provoke Mrs. Groovy.
Our cat is Ashby
And I love him welly
It’s not his fault
That he’s so smelly
My second thought was that this song was only foisted on the public because our musical gatekeepers were blinded by celebrity. In other words, the only reason this song ever made it to the airwaves in 1976 is because it was put out by Paul McCartney and Wings. If it was put out by Pete McCaffrey and Legs, it would have never been a Top 40 hit.
Not Everything the Rich and Famous Do Deserve Your Admiration or Emulation
In my book, Paul McCartney is a musical genius. But this doesn’t mean I have to like everything he spits out. And the same goes for every other musician and group out there. I give them all the “Pete McCaffrey and Legs” test. Would I like this song if it were composed by an artist who wasn’t famous? And if the answer’s no, I don’t favor the song with my time and money.
Celebrity worship is bad for two reasons. First, it’s unseemly. A free person doesn’t outsource his or her convictions, values, and tastes to the rich and famous. Only a peasant does that. Second, it’s dumb. Celebrities are just as fallible as you. Brilliance in one area of life (i.e., making money or getting attention) doesn’t guarantee brilliance in all areas of life.
To guard against celebrity worship, I found the following strategy works best. You need to distill whatever a celebrity fancies down to its essence, and then you need to apply the “Pete McCaffrey and Legs” test:
Is the thing in question constructive to my long-term health, whether that’s defined in a physical, spiritual, or financial sense? And does it have the same stature when the great unwashed do it?
If the thing in question fails both components of the “Pete McCaffrey and Legs” test, avoid it like the plague. If it passes both components, have at it. If it’s iffy for either component, tread lightly. Here are some examples.
Sex, Drugs, and Rock ‘n’ Roll
What is the essence of partying like a rock star? You consume a lot of alcohol and drugs and engage in a lot of hook-up sex.
Is partying like a rock star constructive? No. Nature frowns on promiscuous sex and wanton drug use.
Does partying like a rock star have the same cachet when the great unwashed do it? No. When the rich and famous enter a dimly lit structure that’s blaring music for a night of debauchery, it’s called Studio 54. When poor people do this, it’s called a crack house.
Conclusion. Don’t party like a rock star. The rich and famous make it look cool, but it isn’t, and it’s bound to screw up your life.
Big-Time Sports
What is the essence of big-time sports? Grown men running around in costumes and throwing a ball.
Is investing a lot of time and money into big-time sports constructive? Not if you’re drowning in debt and living paycheck to paycheck.
Does being consumed by big-time sports have the same cachet when the great unwashed are consumed by it? Pretty much. No one looks down on a poor person just because he subscribes to a premium sports channel and never misses one of his team’s games.
Conclusion. Be careful here. Spike Lee, Jack Nicholson, and Ashley Judd carry on as if big-time sports are important. But big-time sports are no such thing. Remember: big-time sports are nothing but grown men running around in costumes, throwing a ball. If your financial life is in tatters, give big-time sports—or any sports, for that matter—a rest. You got bigger problems to address. If you’re financially secure, on the other hand, and have a healthy relationship with your family and friends, and don’t mope around like a five-year-old when your team loses, then, by all means, enjoy big-time sports. Every guy and gal needs at least one vice.
Passive Investing
What is the essence of passive investing. Buying broad-based index funds or ETFs that aren’t actively managed so you can capture market returns without suffering high management fees.
Is passive investing constructive? Yes. In most years, the market is up. The Spider S&P 500 ETF, for instance, has averaged a 9.29% annual return since its inception in 1993. And management fees for this fund are less than one-tenth of a percent. Anyone who systematically invested in this ETF over the past 10 or 20 years has surely increased his or her wealth.
Does passive investing have the same cachet when the great unwashed do it? Yes. Passive investing is equally cool even when Joe Six-Pack does it. In fact, this is what Warren Buffett, the Oracle of Omaha, has to say about passive investing.
“Both large and small investors should stick with low-cost index funds. When trillions of dollars are managed by Wall Streeters charging high fees, it will usually be the managers who reap outsized profits, not the clients.”
Conclusion. This is one instance where the average schmoes should heed the advice of their betters (Warren Buffett, Jack Bogle, Tony Robbins, etc.). Passive investing is a solid strategy for those who lack the time and sophistication to unearth the world’s best stocks, fund managers, and financial advisors. You get good returns for dirt-cheap management fees, and you don’t have to think. Instead of poring over balance sheets and technical data, you’re free to do something infinitely more enjoyable—like watching big-time sports (guffaw!).
Talking Trash with Mr. Groovy
Okay, groovy freedomists, I’ve been talking a lot of trash thus far. Paul McCartney mailed it in on occasion! Studio 54 was a glorified crack house! Sports are infantile! A more discriminating blogger, I suppose, would give it a rest at this point. But much to the chagrin of Mrs. Groovy, I don’t roll like that. I have too much Noo Yawk moxie to let things go. So let me conclude this post with another episode of Talking Trash. Have a great weekend. Grease for peace.
Great post Mr. G! Even the best songwriters create filler, to be sure. Many artists will write huge amounts of material, often 50+ songs, from which to pull for a 10 or 12 song recording. If you think about it that way, great songs are actually the exception rather than the rule.
So true, MMM. Great songs are surely the exception to the rule. And that’s okay. No one ever hits only home runs when they step up to the plate. The only thing that made it bad in my day was that you couldn’t purchase just the three or four good songs on an album. You had to buy the six or seven bad songs as well. No unbundling. No iTunes. To feast on the good you had to endure a lot of crap. Sigh.
That is an mesmerizing amount of trash, it’s like junk Easter egg hunts.
And thank you for the book recommendations, I need to improve my writing if I want literary infamy (:<
My friend has a case of celebrity worship too. She follows hundreds of rich socialites on Snapchat. This is what's fed to kids like me across all social media. Unlike TV, they have Periscope, it's an app where you can literally walk around in the eyes of the celebrity.
Oh, gosh. I’ve heard of Periscope, but I’ve never seen it in operation. It sounds very addictive–especially for those in thrall of celebrity. Thank God we didn’t have this technology when I was growing up.
Couldn’t agree more on the writing discussion!!! Thanks for the book recommendations! Speaking of the Beatles, the kids and I happened to come across a video clip of thousands of young girls bawling in front of the stage at a Beatles concert and the kids were floored at their level of obsession. We’ve tried to teach them to remember that celebrities are just people, just like you and me, you know?
Was the scene from Live at the Hollywood Bowl? The remember the screaming on that album being unbelievable. I can understand how teens get goofy in the presence of celebrities. I don’t understand how adults do it. Like you said, Laurie, “celebrities are just people.”
Glad I finally read this!
I have been slowly getting to this type of thinking in my old age (28). I used to get upset if my teams lost in sports and also wanted to collect Autographs of players. This was until I asked myself why in the world I would want another person to sign a piece of paper for me?
I now enjoy sports for the pure competition and athleticism. It is much more relaxing and fun for me.
Same goes for my financial life and my current switch into minimalism. Having extra crap around the house that I don’t use is dumb.
Also, Wings basically sucked….just my two cents.
Yeah, aside from Band on the Run, I could do without the Wings also. And I hear you about autographs. When I was younger, I’d do anything for an autograph. Now, I couldn’t care less. What the heck is it needed for? To prove you were in the presence of greatness for a few seconds?
Your opinion is your own. Make that clear. Saying something sucks is an opinion. Wings had 8 #1 albums and nine #1 singles. If the music fans actually thought they sucked they would have failed and crashed, not sold top album after top album. And you are right that albums have both good and bad songs most of the time. Ram and Band on the run did not. The song you used was a #1 song of the summer. If paul has a party I want to be there. Some of the names were his family and some were famous people. Maybe decades later you don’t get that.
And you rambled on about other things not pertinent to the song, wasting my time.
Have a good day.
I’m an on-again-off-again sports fan but I have always wondered why as a society we ‘pay’ them so much to play a game.
+1 for passive investing!
Thanks for the book recommendations Mr. G. Have a great week Groovy’s!
Couldn’t agree more. I don’t mean to be crude, Amy, but there’s a big difference between watching sex and having sex. I think the same calculus applies to sports. If you love a sport, wouldn’t you rather play it than watch it? I get that you sometimes want to watch the pros. The artistry that takes place in our arenas is quite compelling. But even here, regardless of how compelling athletic artistry might be, do you really want to give a nice chunk of your income to billionaire owners and millionaire players? Thanks for stopping by, Amy. Have a great week as well.
I think I read in Baltimore that murders go down in the fall/winter on Sundays during football season and then fall even further when the Ravens lose. I thought that was an interesting stat especially since like you said at the end of the day, it’s grown men wearing costumes throwing around a ball. But clearly for some people it’s a reprieve from the bad things in their life 🙂
Good point, MSM. When approached correctly, sports are a great escape from the wretchedness that mars our country and world. I admit I have an overly dim view of big-time sports. $100 for a ticket, $30 to park, and $10 for a beer just make me crazy.
Great post. Mick Jagger also was not so great without The Rolling Stones. Unlike Paul McCarthy, I don’t think I ever heard any of Mick’s solo music on the radio.
You are 100% correct. People should not worship celebrities. I enjoy watching football, movies, and tv. I enjoy listening to music. I don’t, however, follow or care about how these celebrities live.
As for fund managers, like you I invest in index funds. The days of the star managers like Peter Lynch are behind us. The masses have caught on to indexing.
That’s funny, Dave. I don’t recall ever hearing a Mick Jagger solo on the radio either. I’ve obviously heard Paul, John, George, and Ringo solos on the radio. I’ve even heard Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend solos on the radio. But no Mick. Very interesting. And you are so right about celebrities. I don’t wish them ill, but couldn’t care less about their lives. What particularly irks me is when our media get all excited when royalty over in Britain is getting married or having a baby. WHO CARES! Aaarrrggghhh! Sometimes I feel there is no hope for mankind. It’s in our DNA to be followers and sycophants. Thanks for stopping by, my friend. Always great hearing from you.
Before even reading the post Let Em In was the first song that popped into my brain. I hate it!! And I am not a fan of grown men yelling at a tv screen that some dude should have been able to intercept a ball…like, really? If you are so good then why aren’t you on the field? And why are they sitting around watching others play a game and exercise instead of you getting out and doing the same?! And you want to bet money on the result of said game? Ugh. It’s so asinine! If only everyone had good role models like the PF community admires Warren Buffet…then again, he had some big issues in his marriage so I guess no one deserves the pedestal. 😉
Nailed it, Miss M. There’s nothing wrong with sports. But if you love sports, and have not reached an advanced age, you should be PLAYING sports far more often than you’re WATCHING sports. Get out there. Run, jump, shoot. Sitting on a couch yelling at a tv screen not only makes you look silly, it makes you out of shape and bereft of muscle tone. Not very appealing qualities. And you are so right about keeping things in perspective when looking at the high and mighty. We all have feet of clay. No one should be put on a pedestal. Hope all is well in Chi-Town. Have a great weekend.
Mr and Mrs Groovy, how the devil are you? It’s been a while. I am baaaack!!
Been on a sabaatical, otherwise known as “getting my shit together and working my ass off.” Anyway, I get to spend a few moments on a Saturday morning on the interwebs in between tending to the new kittens in our PIE world and I happen to see a Tweet that draws me right over to Groovy land.
My goodness, your post resonates. For some reason, I was listening to some god awful radio station on my way to the coal pit last week and none other than Octopus’ Garden from that fine Liverpudlian bunch came over the airwaves. Did I turn the dial down and curse profusely? No, no, not-at-all. I continued my miserable commute and took those fine lyrics in. A warm glow came over me for at least a nanosecond. It was car-pool karaoke except I was not car-pooling. And James Corden was not in the car. But you know what I mean.
“I’d like to be under the sea in a Octopus’s Garden in the shade.”
Having been brought up as a kid in coastal southwest Scotland and next to the Irish Sea, I can bloody tell you that the sea is not where I’d rather be. It’s generally cold, full of things that will eat you for breakfast and in my estimation, the last place I’d rather bloody be. Nuff said.
“We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus’ garden near a cave”
No, no. If you are resting your head on the sea-bed, you have either just walked the plank on command of Jack Sparrow or had a large brick tied to your feet and dumped overboard in the North Atlantic by a band of south Boston gangsters. Neither situation makes me ” feel warm below the storm”.
“We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do”
Now this is when those boys from Liverpool start to make some sense. You know what I mean, the freedom to come and go as we please and do our own thing, on our time. Yep, they suddenly got onto waxing lyrical about the rewards of financial independence. Who knew? It’s fair to say they were probably at FI 1000-times over when they penned this little ditty. But let’s not be picky, eh?
You see, even in the trash we see everywhere, there are gems to be found. Like this post. Sometimes, it’s all that keeps us going.
Hope FIRE is roaring for you guys. Enjoy the weekend and bye for now!
Mr. PIE.
Oh, Mr. PIE, it’s so nice to have you baaaack! Mrs. G excitedly yelled from upstairs that you had graced us with a comment. So I wolfed down my eggs and rushed to my computer. And I was not disappointed. Haha! Finding FI wisdom in a Ringo throated song isn’t easy. But you did it. “No one there to tell us what to do.” As good a reason to achieve FI as any other. I hope you continue to favor us with your keen mind, my friend. That fine instrument shouldn’t be wasted rummaging through weak songs for wisdom on its way to a coal mine. Hope things are fantastic in Scotland, Mr. PIE. Single-malt cheers to you from your Yankee cousin in North Carolina.
My comments are like a London double-decker bus, you wait forever for one to arrive, then two come along back-to-back. It has been 25 years since I left the fine country of Scotland. And like the rest of the UK, it is in chaos after the fiasco of the recent general election. Oh, well I am sure my countrymen will find a dram or six of the orange liquid to drown their sorrows. I may join them from afar this evening.
Meanwhile, family PIE continues to march toward freedom from our domicile in New England. Nearly one year to go and we’ll be done with Taxachussets. Onto our mountain home in NH and the next highway of the family PIE journey.
Where in Taxachussets? I might be heading up that way for a family reunion in October. Perhaps we could get together for a pint.
We live about 25 miles west of Boston in the commuter belt. Send me a private Twitter message and let’s see if we can work something out!!
Very little defense of sports so far in the comments! Here’s my pitch: being a fan and supporter of a team gives you an extra community to be involved with and a talking point with strangers that you meet. These combine to improve relationships. Improved relationships lead to a happier life.
That said, I don’t spend all that much money on sports and I watch a lot less than I used to, so I may not be the best emissary of the sports defense.
True. No love for sports thus far. Thanks for pointing out that there is merit to big-time sports. Being a fan does make you part of a community, and there’s definite value in that. The problem comes when a fan treats his team’s success as if it’s life and death. You’re a model fan, however, Matt. You don’t spend a lot of money on tickets, premium channels, and gear; you don’t spend a good portion of your waking life watching sports; and you certainly don’t go around smashing heads and storefronts when your team loses. In more ways than one, my friend, we could use a lot more fans like you. May your good sense spread far and wide. Thanks for stopping by, Matt. You always make our conversation here a bit more rational.
Bang on McCartney. Even my favorite, Bruce Springsteen, has pooched a few in his time. But the bulk of his work more than makes up for that. Always hated to see my Red Wings lose, but I’m even over that now. Celebrities – ha. I’m just a cabinetmaker, but I’ve known two Prime Ministers of Canada on a first name basis. As my Dad always said, “They put their pants on one leg at a time, just like everyone else.” ETFs; well I prefer more active investing. But I have some background in finance and I really enjoy spending time on it. That said, they are totally appropriate for most investors. Loved your blog today.
I was a big Islanders fan growing up. I was devastated when they got whupped by Edmonton in 1984 and their Stanley Cup reign came to a crushing end. But since those halcyon days, I learned not to get so emotionally involved. Now I don’t care who wins. If I’m in the mood for some athletic artistry–be that on the ice or on the turf–I’ll watch. It’s just another form or entertainment. Thanks for stopping by, Richard. It’s always nice hearing from a northern cousin who’s got his head screwed on right. Cheers.
Sir Paul is my idol, so when I saw your title, I thought we were in for some trouble. But I agree with you. While he is an iconic songwriter, some of those songs weren’t very good at all. As for my love of big-time baseball, it may eat up my time, but at least I’m not spending my dollars on it. I enjoy it and it’s not hurting anyone (well, my wife is tired of hearing about it I’m sure) so I say, play ball!
No worries, my friend. We’re on the same page when it comes to Sir Paul. In fact, I would say that the Beatles are probably my favorite band of all time. Here, off the top of my head, are my top 5 bands.
1. Beatles
2. Creedence Clearwater Revival
3. Doors
4. Moody Blues
5. Rolling Stones.
Oddly enough, I was never big on The Who and Led Zeppelin. Anyway, that’s where I stand on Sir Paul’s legacy. And I totally agree with you about baseball. As long as it or any sport is seen as another “reality show,” and not as a life and death matter, it’s a perfectly wholesome escape from the insanity of our world. Like I said, “Every guy and gal needs at least one vice.” Have a great weekend, my friend.
Oh man trashing Sir Paul and Sports in one post! Better get your armor out.
Just kidding I’m actually with you on the sports and that song. I use to be a big sports fan in college but once I started working I found I simply had better things to do then stare at a TV for four hours every weekend.
Tell me about it. M. Rosin just ripped me a new one. But, hey, all’s fair in love and blogging. I’m a big boy. I can take it. And great point about the great time suck sports can become. Twenty years ago, while on Long Island, I watched every football, baseball, and hockey game that was televised via broadcast or cable tv. If I had devoted just half that time to honing my skills or learning a new language, my life would be a lot more enjoyable now. Meh. Thanks for stopping by, Grant. Have a great weekend.
Let ‘Em In is a great pop song. Period.
The chill melody, the laid-back lilting music, the welcoming message. It’s all perfect. And you could spend your life trying to come up with a song this good on your own and you wouldn’t get close.
Sorry but if you can’t understand the difference between the loping, chill lyrics of Let Em In and your lousy cat lyrics, I can’t help you.
Whoa, MR! You’re taking my dis of Let ’em In far too seriously. We’re all friends here. But I do admit to being a philistine when it comes to music. When I think of good “loping, chill lyrics,” however, I think of the following:
Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream.
To me, these lines from A Day in the Life are far superior to the ones I pulled from Let ’em In. Am I wrong? Let me know what you think when you get a chance. Cheers.
I still have my favorite sports teams. I have a connection with the sports I played as a kid and during high school. I don’t enjoy the time suck they cause watching, but I find myself spending less and less time over the years.
We currently have four committees working on improving life skills for students with our school district. Financial, career, technology and interpersonal, all about improving real life skills. Never a bad idea to improve your skills.
Agreed. The time suck really wore me down too. And the announcers really started getting to me. Relax guys! It’s just grown men in costumes throwing a ball. No reason to squeal like teenage girls. I’m looking at you, John Sterling.
You’re right. Sir Paul’s song does suck. I guess you can’t hit a home run at every at bat. You’re song was kinda funny though!
LOL! I love it. I was hoping my cat ditty got a little love. Thanks for stopping by, Frank. Because of your comment, I consider this post a smashing success. Have glorious weekend, my friend.
The only “celebrities” I give any time to are ones who are brave enough to be whole people. Full of passion, purpose, strength, weakness, and vulnerability. People who are creating something beautiful. In art, business, words, buildings, organizations, community or relationships. Not perfect, but in progress. If a person isn’t ready to be whole, with both feet planted firmly on the ground, there isn’t anything I can follow. I can appreciate their skill set, but not them. Because I can’t really see them.
Beautiful, Ms. M. There’s a world of difference between a person who happens to have money and fame and a celebrity who works tirelessly to manage his or her image. One is “whole,” and the other is “partial.” I don’t blame you for shunning the latter.
Regarding passive index fund investing. That’s what I do with the bulk of my portfolio. And I know people who are active managers. One person I know used to work as the head person in Korea for UBS. And all these people, are closet indexers! They do all these exotic stuff (i.e. derivatives) for their clients, but for their personal investments, they index!
Awesome, Tim. It’s always nice when you get a peek behind the curtains. Let those seeking alpha have their derivatives, MLPs, and hedge funds. I’ll stick with my boring index funds. Thanks for stopping by, my friend. You made my day.
Not much for celebrities here. Then again my wife would point out I stopped paying attention to who was a celebrity over a decade ago. This means I do not really even understand whom is a celebrity anymore. That’s probably part of getting old…. but even with those I remember I agree with your point. I could care less about what a celebrity endorses, their view point, or what they do. What I do care about is a well reasoned argument, promotion of something I would enjoy, or something that directly impacts me. If any of those three criteria are met I don’t care if the message is delivered by a celebrity or Joe who drives the local garbage truck.
Nice, FTF. Couldn’t agree more. I started tuning out celebrities decades ago. I mean, they’re never bringing anything new to the table. They’re against income inequality. They’re for education. Okay, that’s wonderful. Do they ever offer a solution that doesn’t include giving more money and power to the government? It’s so tiresome.
A celebrity endorsement usually means nothing to me, though I do get a little #fangirl over Emma Watson.
Great points and great article.
Hey, Julie. I’m so lame. I had to look up who Emma Watson was. Nice choice. She’s very worthy of fangirldom.
Your Friday posts are a perfect way to start the weekend!
You are SPOT ON on the celeb/sports star worship! Beyond the Super Bowl, we don’t really watch any sports. We’d much rather spend our Sunday afternoon outside or enjoying some adventure!
And like Budget on a Stick mentioned below… sports are wayyyy more interesting and fun live and with family/friends playing! Come this fall, I look forward to taking our son to the local Friday Night Football games 🙂
You’re much too kind, Mrs. AR. And I totally agree with you. I had a first last year. I made it through an entire NFL season, including the Super Bowl, without watching more than ONE game. And the only reason I watched one game is because I went to it. My buddies and I went to Green Bay to knock off one of our bucket-list items (see a Packer game at Lambeau Field). So I’m with you and BOAS. I’ll only go to a game now if I’m related to one of the players. Thanks for stopping by, Mrs. AR. Cheers.
When I saw this Paul McCarthey story title in my email, I was outraged and ready for a fight. Now that I read the post, yes, ok, totally.
Sneaky trick! Lol!
LOL! Yeah, that title is a little unethical. I’m actually a big Paul McCartney fan. Back in high school, I used to listen to the White album and the Band on the Run album for hours on end. But even the great ones come up with a stinker every once in a while. Let ’em In just irks me for some reason. I didn’t like it high school, and don’t like it now. Thanks for stopping by, Linda. Have a great weekend.
I’m jumping in here. Not only do the lyrics suck, the music sucks as well. I’d love to know what Brent Truitt (@IAmBrentTruitt) has to say. The only slightly redeeming part of the music is the “Let ’em i-i-i-in oh yeah” part of the chorus where he managed to compose some basic vocal harmony.
Thanks for the Shout Out Mrs. Groovy.
I think if “Pete Mcaffery and Legs” could come up with Paul’s melody, sing like Paul, have a band as good as Paul’s recorded at Abby Road Studios with Paul producing, it would be the best song they ever recorded and would have given them “a name” in the business.
And “Let ’em In” wasn’t just a B-side forgettable – it was a huge complementary hit to “Silly Love Songs”.
Like Rolling Stone magazine said, “quintessentially McCartneyesque in its provincial jollity”
In not so many words, I think “Let ’em In” is a monster of song. Not as big as Paul’s other major hits but certainly worth being on an album and certainly worthy of praise.
It’s all relative in my opinion. Because Paul’s other works are were arguably the best works EVER recorded other songs paled badly.
Another great post Mr. Groovy!!! Love the ideas.
And there is a lot of CRAP produced in our world only because a big name made it.
ET Tu, Brent? Man what a traitor! 😁 But you know what? I think Silly Love Songs was another crap song.
Band on the Run is a decent song and Maybe I’m Amazed is an amazing song. Other than that? Wings is pure bubble gum. Right up there with The Archies. (I know, them there is fighting words!)
I have never understood the concept of watching other people play games when you don’t know them (I understood when it’s your kids, family, or making fun of your friend failing at a video game).
I also haven’t understood things like people.com To me that’s their business and none of yours. When an actor I think is good gets married or has a kid my wife always seems inclined to tell to which I reply, “good for them?”
Amen, BOAS. Growing up, I used to be a die-hard Dallas Cowboys fan. If they lost on Sunday, my whole week was ruined. But as I got older, I began to look at sports more honestly. Who are these guys? Are they decent people off the field? Do they really care about me? Do I get a bonus at work if they win the championship? And after addressing these questions soberly, I came to the realization that sports are just entertainment. And getting upset when the Dallas Cowboys lose a game is about as sensible as getting upset when Tom Hanks makes a bad movie. Thanks for stopping by, BOAS.