… on the lyrics of “Sweet Child O’ Mine”.
Hysterical.
Example:
As if they thought of rainAxl, eyes can’t think of rain. And even if they could, which they can’t, why would bluest skies think of rain? Perhaps less imagery of thinking eyes made of sky and more direct exploration of your feelings?
“You’d hide in a place that reminded you of hair?”
Also at the end:
//When I wrote in colored pencil “Where do we go now?” I wasn’t offering that as a lyric. I was simply observing that, in narrative terms, the song needed to progress in some way. You love the girl, she’s helping you work through some issues, whatever. So where do we go now? But instead of providing a satisfactory conclusion, you simply took my note and repeated it over and over again before ultimately just stating the title of the song. This is unacceptable.//
hahahahahahahaha
I LOVE JOHN MOE. Did you ever read his one about Hotel California? I sent him a love letter after I read it. And there may have been a picture of my boobs in it.
Kidding. About the boobs. I really did send him an email professing my love, though.
Jess – is he the one who also did the literary analysis of “You’re so vain”?? He’s hilarious!
did he write you back??
Yes! Here’s the Hotel California one:
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2004/5/11moe.html
I was in tears the first time I read it.
He wrote back:
I told everyone you’d grow to love me. I am vindicated!
Also, because I’m crazy, I googled him and found his blog. He has a book coming out and on his blog, he posts conversations with his five-year-old son that are killing me.
http://monkeydisaster.blogspot.com
Now I’m done. I swear.
Jess – please don’t ever stop being crazy. I beg you.
Red, I’m not sure it’s a good idea to be criticizing Axl for the listenable obtuseness of his earlier work, at a time when the frightening spectre Chinese Democracy stretches out before us…
/And if I stared too long, I’d probably break down and cryWhy would you do that? Because you miss the freshness you described earlier?/
/Do you really want to come across as a wuss who’s constantly on the verge of weeping and skittering into hair caves to escape from rain? Is this a song about love or climatic anxiety?/
It’s killing me!
But I still seriously love this song and I will NOT apologize!
Tracey – neither will I!! Love it!