Popular music nowadays is frequently quite vapid. It’s fun, sure, and conducive to jiggling one’s fanny, but the same platitudes are regurgitated in hit after hit, with all the pop and flavor of a fine sugared breakfast cereal, and with about as much sustenance. “Tonight’s gonna be a good night,” “I love you, especially your prominent hindquarters,” “Let’s get ripped and party according to our rights as free fans of country music” are just a few examples, verbatim, of songs that are making their authors millions of dollars on the music channels right now.
