Okay, so if you’re one of the three people that reads this, you probably know that I’ve been doing a lot of creative nonfiction writing in lieu of my pop-cultural essays on here. I suppose they’ll all eventually make it on here anyway, but for the time being, they are aging like a good scotch in a folder on my computer (and random scraps of paper in my room and a new journal and a…yeah, they’re everywhere but here). But anyway, I came across something this morning that I cannot let pass without a snarky comment (or three): the new All-American Rejects’ song and lead single from their new album, “Beekeeper’s Daughter.”
English nerd that I am, I immediately noticed the song shares its title with a Sylvia Plath poem. Kinda cool, right? It actually made me think Tyson was serious (read: not coked out) when he claimed this new album was going to be more mature and experimental than their last to-describe-it-as-power-pop-would-be-an-understatement album. Truth be told, I was pretty excited to hear it when I clicked the ‘play’ arrow on the Vimeo (really? Vimeo?) video. Do I even need to say I was let down?
Actually, that’s not true. I was thoroughly entertained, mostly by the please-tell-me-his-eight-year-old-cousin-wrote-these lyrics. Are they more mature and experimental than the last album? I mean, I suppose when the bar is set at “I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you, you wanna touch me too” the band can only get more mature, but is this chorus much better?
You’re a pretty little flower
I’m a busy little bee
Honey, that’s all you need to see
Oh, and this is my absolute favorite lyric (apologies to my nonexistent office mates for laughing out loud at first listen):
Monogamy’s not a part of me
C’mon, man.
