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Sunday Music: The Vandals – Some Friday Night Party/Funeral Music Requests
You know those songs that just click? Where you don’t scream yes or have to do homework to unpack them, but you go, “Yeah. YEAH. Ok, that’s right.”
Especially the one’s on your CD player from somewhere in the back of the family car. When you have the headphones turned up a little extra, avoiding bass-boost, all while worrying about what you’ll do when the batteries inevitably die.
13-year-old Matt clicked with The Vandals. Probably because elder-Millenial kids had that mix of Gen X slack and Millennial “let’s do this our way” arrogance. The band captured it just by being a band who would write songs with words like,
You know every time
You think you’ve got it right
You’re totally wrong
It’s a fact
And when you really try
The efforts misapplied
Or there’s a catch
It’s a fact
When you’ve got a sure thing
You’re sure to f*** it up
It’s one thing you can count on every time
It’s a fact
Middle school poetry worthy, sure, but it still gets me today. Throw this on on a Friday night (and remember Glory Daze?!)
Ps. To this day, I always complete the expression “When in Rome” with “Do As The Vandals”
Pss. I am yet to refute my statement that someone should do an arrangement of “Flowers Are Pretty” to be played at my funeral. PMJ, I’m looking at you. Just look at these lyrics:
Children are lovely before they get ugly,
And learn to do bad stuff.
Flowers are pretty before they get s*****,
And rot and turn to dust
I heard that life is a wheel
And you can’t make it stop
If you try it’ll flatten your head
It’s a circle of s***
We’re in the middle of it
But soon we’ll all be dead
Like everybody else
That ever lived before,
The things you make fall to the floor
And nobody knows how hard you tried,
It’s been that way since the start of time
There was a caveman that did some amazing things
But nobody here gives a f***
And in a thousand years they’ll feel the same
Towards all the things you’ve done
So don’t worry what might give you cancer
Or stay up nights just wanting answers
It’s just a crap shoot, but it’s mostly crap
Things start off they’re so terrific
They’ll fuck up, it’s scientific
Entropy, uncertainty won’t yield to you