Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening, dear readers. Before I crack open the sonic sepulcher of the Songs Are Sad Mailbag to explain to you why every last song you claim to enjoy is in fact bone-snappingly sad, allow me to address perhaps the most frequently posed query to our humble office.
That question is this: Rob, isn’t there any kind of music that you DO like? And the answer, dear readers, comes to you in three parts.
This month is probably the best installment in this series. We look at "Love Shack," and do a line-by-line reading of the horrors of "The 59th St. Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)"
Next month, we'll take on whatever songs you suggest at firstname.lastname@example.org