That’s what a friend of mine calls him, just because.
Artist/Band: Tom Petty (b. 1953)
Are you male or female: American Girl; Mystery Man (obviously, having an identity crisis)
Describe yourself: Self-Made Man; Mystery Man
How do some people feel about you: A**hole; Refugee
How do you feel about yourself: You Tell Me; Hard on Me
Describe what you want to be: So You Want to Be a Rock and Roll Star
Describe how you live: It’ll All Work Out; To Find a Friend
Describe how you love: You and I Will Meet Again; Built to Last
Share a few words of wisdom: It’s Good to Be King
My oldest friend, Karen, has a WONDERFUL way of saying a**hole. “He SUCH an a**hole.” The “a” sound is somewhat nasal. It’s wonderfully cutting. It is my favorite curse word, usually in reference to operators of motor vehicles.
And the song, written by Beck, is a wonderful juxtaposition between melodic tune and cutting lyric:
“She’ll do anything to make you feel like an a**hole.” Then Petty sings it again, in HARMONY.
The only other song I can think of that has such a wonderful disconnect from lyric to music is “Dealer” by Traffic. That music reminds me of an exotic market in Marrakesh. The lyric: “And spinning ’round he’ll cut your throat” or “Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore” Yow.
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Still without a home computer. As they say in France, quelle drag.