G. Love.
I’ll put aside my utter bafflement as to how this watered-down, frat-rap, guitar-slappin’, Jason Mrazes–of-the-world-birther has managed to string along a career of socks-and-sandals dick-hop for ten records, let alone procure a prime spot at one of the largest music festivals in America in the year 2008.
I’ll just leave you with this nugget from the man himself:
[In affected southern-urban patois] "I was sittin’ on the porch, writin’ a song. And I thought, what’s the one thing that everybody likes, aside from smokin’ weed…and gettin’ Bush outta office… Booty calls, yo!"
Cue, yes, "Booty Call."
Yeah. You’re right. I don’t know why so many people enjoy his fun and funky music. Don’t they realize that it’s not “good” by your standards. Hopefully, your blog post will alert these people to their mistakes.