Patrick Says

So, at the Burger King across from the Galleria down on Brentwood, there is a caution sign as you pull into the lot. Not ‘Caution - Bump’ or ‘Caution - Dip’, mind you, just ‘Caution’. And this makes me wonder. What are they cautioning me against? Is this just a general ‘Caution - Life’ sign?

Like:

Caution: Yes, The Drunk Girl Dancing To Spandau Ballet’s ‘True’ Will Probably Have Sex With You, But There’s A More Than Likely Chance She’s Got An STD.

or maybe:

Caution: You’re Never Going To Be A Writer, So Stop Wasting Your Time And Finish That Degree And Get A Job In Middle Management. Could Be Worse. You Could Be Selling Concession Items At Busch Stadium Or Working At White Castle.

(Before all you concessionaires and White Castle employees send me hate mail, remember, I’m just kidding…and get me four jalapeno cheeseburgers and a cheese fry.)

Anyway, I wish that sign would elaborate on what it’s cautioning…

(On a side note, I wanted to let you guys know I’m entering a contest over at Joeprah to win a camera. Wish me luck! Or enter yourself…if you have to…)

The other day, I was driving around. It’s what I do. Anyway, a song comes on the radio. And I wince. It’s ‘Hey Leonardo’. Remember this crap-tacular song? Let me refresh your memory, but don’t listen to the whole thing unless you’re a glutton for punishment.

Musically, it’s a fine song. But the lyrics are so unbelievably cheesy that they make ‘My Humps’ look like John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’. Yeah. I said it. It’s that bad…

But what really floors me is that this is same group who created the deep and beautiful masterpiece, ‘I Believe’. The lyrics of that song were so friggin’ powerful. How does that same band produce these two lyrical tidbits:

I’ve been seeing Lisa now for a little over a year
She said she’s never been so happy but Lisa lives in fear
That one day daddy’s gonna find out she’s in love
With a nigger from the streets
Oh how he would lose it then but she’s still here with me
‘Cause she believes that love will see it through
And one day he’ll understand
And he’ll see me as a person not just a black man.

And then this:

She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because I am such a hottie
I like her for her
Not because she’s phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me
There must be something there that I don’t see.

I suppose every band is entitled to make bad songs. Savage Garden based a whole career on that concept. In the end, they can’t all be gems. Even the Beatles had their ‘Octopus’s Garden’.

Crime Scene

Originally uploaded by PatrickD88

Sorry I haven’t posted lately folks. Life has been kicking my a** up and down the street. Hopefully, the middle of this week will see a return to frequent posting. Things should slow down just a bit.

Ok, wow. I can’t believe I’m admitting this one.

It’s an established fact that I love ‘pop tarts’. By that, I mean young female pop and rock acts. I’ve professed my love for Katy Perry, the Veronicas, Avril Lavigne, Lennon, Kelly Clarkson and even Hilary Duff on occasion.

But then I heard this track on the radio and I was like, ‘hey, this isn’t bad, I wonder who this is’. And then that fateful lyric:

She’s just being Miley.

I almost wrecked the car. But I didn’t. I did, however, download the track.
Screw you; you got vices too. Don’t even act like you don’t.