Pet Sounds

So we have this thing -- we always have, really -- of doing the exact *opposite* of what people want or do or say, if "people" in this sense, are the ones with power, or part of what's hip, or any of these things.

Granted, we still hold the ladder when our ol' man asks ("HOLD IT TIGHT. Nevermind. I can get your mother to do it."), but we're talking more about our reaction when things like the mainstream tell us what to listen to, or, seriously, what the cool lingo is these days.

Get to the point, OMS. We hear you. Point is, Rolling Stone preached a year or so ago that the Beach Boys' Pet Sounds album is *the* record by which all other records need be judged. We immediately started singing Kokomo and called it a night (and yes, we know Brian Wilson had nothing to do with that drivel).

But yes, our point. We're listening to the ol' iPod this morning, and of course it's on random shuffle because we're convinced that God or a higher power speaks to us through the iTunes/Pod random shuffle. Why else would Cash come on so much?

Ahhh, but to the point. The Beach Boys' Let's Go Away for Awhile came on. So we took it off random shuffle and listened, then, to Sloop John B and then God Only Knows. Our point is, those three songs in a row, on an album, could be the best three songs in a row on any album. We don't mean this in an OH MY GOD BEST EVER! way, either. It's just a solid set, is all.

There are others, like Boston's More Than a Feeling, Peace of Mind and Foreplay/Long Time, or DMB's #41 and Say Goodbye (preceded by Too Much and followed by Drive In, Drive Out, but more with those two songs in a row). We'll even throw in Nothin' But a G Thang, Deez Nuts, and Li'l Ghetto Boy off The Chronic, but, well, back to our point.

Let's Go Away for Awhile. Sloop Jon, er, John B. God Only Knows. *Sigh* We shall now resume the weekend.

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Currently listening to: As I'm Leaving (Gray).