So I’m sitting in Paul’s

So I’m sitting in Paul’s house and he wants to put on music that agrees with us both. A quick perusal of his collection reveals 75% of it is country and the rest is dinosaur rock. I remember he has one or two good discs, but I forgot that I borrowed the Johnny Cash and left it in my car. He says “Beach Boys?” And not having too much of a bad reaction results in the Beach Boys playing while we continue the house construction.

I used to think of the Beach Boys as a Disney-ified version of 50’s/60’s rock – safe, free of edgy-ness, lyrics not really thought-provoking, but the disc starts playing and I think “you know, maybe I was wrong, they do kind of rock in a small way.”

Then “Be True to Your School” comes on.

Man, were they ever lame.