2. I think Pink, more
than any other artist today, captures the essence of what lies inside the
hearts of teenage girls. Let me explain.
My
opinion is based upon reading the most intimate thoughts of high school seniors
and college freshmen–as expressed in their spiritual autobiographies and
reflection papers for the past 12 years. Reading how some of these of these
girls saw themselves, and reading about their wounds, makes you feel for them
profoundly.
As
for Pink, here is a warning: warning: she can at times be profane and crude.
Still, she is speaking to these girls. Her songs express their battles with low
self-esteem, eating disorders, and reveal the pain they feel in their hearts.
Here are some examples of her lyrics from a song her recording company cleaned
up for radio:
You're so mean
when you talk
About yourself,
you are wrong
Change the
voices in your head
Make them like
you instead
Done looking
for the critics 'cause they're everywhere
They don't like
my genes, they don't get my hair
Strange
ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do
that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?
Ooh, pretty,
pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty
please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're
less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty
please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're
nothing, you are perfect to me
You are perfect
to me
Everything
is spiritual. I hope Pink can someday know the Lord.
3. Last week, I was
drinking coffee in a Dallas Half Price
bookstore when a funky song came on that haunted me. It must have been stuck in
my subconscious mind. Fortunately, I pulled my handy iPhone out, which I stuck
next to the speaker. The app identified the song as “Time to Pretend.” The
group MGMT released it in 2008.
The
song is a masterpiece in that it critiques the 1960s psychedelic drug culture. The
band performed the song on Letterman
in 2008, ending it with a riff from Jim Morrison's “Light My Fire.” There was a
reason for this. No one epitomized the decadent lifestyle of the sixties more
than the Doors’ lead singer, Jim Morrison. Listen to these lyrics:
This is our
decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got
the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's
overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in
offices, and wake up for the morning commute.
Forget
about our mothers and our friends
We're fated
to pretend…
I'll miss
the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss
the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss
my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll
miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
There's really
nothing, nothing we can do
Love must
be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models
will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find
some more models, everything must run it's course.
We'll choke
on our vomit and that will be the end
We were
fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated
to pretend
You
may know that Jim Morrison traveled to Paris, dated models, shot up drugs, and
died in a hotel bathtub in 1971, choking on his own vomit, after injecting
himself with heroin. He was 27.
If
you care about these things, Rolling
Stone lists the song as number 493 of their 500 greatest songs of all time.
The
video of the song is on YouTube. The one crude word in the song is silenced.
Remember these are young rockers, they are not Christians. That is what makes
the song’s critique so compelling to me. Incidentally, if you watch the video,
you will see psychedelic artwork that evokes memories of the sixties. What I
like, though, is their reference to the classic novel “Lord of the
Flies”—probably a fitting symbol of the sixties. Here is the link: http://www.youtube.com/user/MGMTVEVO
4. I'm sticking with my
preseason prediction of Houston and San Francisco facing each other in the
Super Bowl. However, I must admit my confidence is lagging. I'm also the guy
who predicted halfway through the season that Dallas would make the playoffs
and play well. Obviously, I was wrong there. Having said that, I thought the
Cowboys played amazingly during the stretch drive. They had a terrible toll of
injuries, and in spite of this Tony Romo was magnificent—interceptions against
Washington notwithstanding. Wait until next year!
5. Alabama, you have my
respect. Especially, you, Nick Saban.
*Thanks to Peter King for
the inspiration for this title.