I can't stand the marching beat, the same three chords, the same lyrical themes. To no avail comes the avant-garde--to make it so easy, to listen so hard. Music sucks me dry. Yeah yeah. (To quote Georgie Fame.) Yeah yeah. Hey Frank Schubert--my god, my demon--you twist my mood for no reasonable reason. Sonic vibrations manipulated--that's all it takes to stir the passions. So ashamed I can't drop the needle. So ashamed I still have a favorite Beatle. So ashamed when I scratch the rash. I've been damned to love this trash. I've been damned. Music sucks me dry.