Oh, how I wish I were popular.  No, scratch that.
I wish my tastes were popular.  I mean, people went bonkers for Death Cab for Cutie's Soul Meets Body.  Me, I found it painful, grating, and pretty dumb.

But now a single called "Crooked Teeth" comes out, and it's got clever metaphors and a catchy beat.  Of course, it gets nowhere near the airplay that the first song got.



And everyone from DJ's on the "classic rock" station to other websites I frequent acts as if Gnarls Barkley is the second coming of Shimmer.  And you know what, not only do I think the song is mediocre, it's a ripoff!

I wish I were popular.  Tastewise.