Sometimes when the rhythm grabs me, and the melody ties me up, the wrongness of the lyrics just can’t matter. I want them to. I’d like to be ever vigilant and not perpetuate tools of patriarchy and all that. I mean really…I don’t want Maria to shut up and kiss me. Not my thing. I didn’t think Willie Nelson was my thing either. Damn song. Just can’t help myself. Golddigger…really??? HORRIBLE! and yet…feet tappin and there I go! Betraying my sense and sensibility. This is not new. So long ago, I thought Prince was so shocking…so I played it really loud from my bedroom and you know my parents didn’t take the stereo – very liberal of them…I think they even ignored Vanity 6.
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