But let's not get the wrong idea here, as there are indeed some good times. Lot's of 'em. There's the anthemic "Independence Day," a coming of age celebration, "Penultimate Dance," about the importance of action at last call, and my favorite: "Brooklyn Girls." Heck, I've never been to Brooklyn, but there's something both comforting and hilarious about "Brooklyn girls drink Pabst Blue Ribbon." It's a righteous country-stomp that'll stick right where maybe you don't want it to.
I haven't read it yet, but I'm looking forward to Steve Almond's Rock And Roll Will Save Your Life. His assertion that music has always been America's saving grace supports my thoughts on musical communities: that, social and technological movements aside, people will always want to get together to celebrate these joyously-wiggling air molecules. Good times? Hell yeah.