peeled

The last three albums I've bought have all had parental advisory warnings.

Maybe I should advise my parents.

"Hi sweetheart. How are you?"
"Good, thanks Mom. Listen. I just heard a song where the nice singer said "asshole" then later "goddamned motherfucker".
"Hmm, I see. Hold on, let me put your father on"
"Son? You there?"
"Hey Dad"
"Now don't panic. We'll figure this out"
"I was a little scared. I just thought I should let you know"
"Now son, you know we love you very much, and that we'd never tell you what to do; You're an adult, and we're sure you'll do the right thing...."
"You're right dad. I'm gonna burn those CD's right now. In fact I'm gonna burn all my music. Some of it is even about kissing before marriage. Rock music really is the devil's way of raping my ears with pure evil"
"We're proud of you, Son"

I wish my dad really started every sentence to me with "Now son...". It'd be great. And he could smoke a pipe and wear cardigans.

On the stereo: Johnny Cash (Johnny Cash is an exception. He'd never let the devil rape my ears wth evil. Not Johnny)