Goofy. Think vocals that sound like Frank Black and lyrics that reminisce of XTC. Goofy, right? Possibly irritating? So, why has it been on in my room for the last five days straight? It's mellow, yeah, and I like mellow sometimes. But it's goofy! And mellow! What a battle. Goofy or Mellow? Perhaps I can try to resolve the issue.

A couple of nights ago, I was laying in bed, thinking about how I could tear Bush's new release Deconstructed a new asshole. I was fading in and out of sleep, visions of Venus and Mars swimming across my psyche. In the background, I could hear my CD player changing over to a new disc. I later found out that it was Marcy Playground, but at the time, I found it to be the most soothingly mellow and pleasant thing I had heard in a long time. Easy, lazy pointless music. Pointless as a mushroom- shaped candle, that is. It reminded me slightly of CSN&Y;'s Deja Vu, in that it posesses that goodhearted, slow moving benevolence that a good hit from the bong can impart. Anyway, I've decided that it isn't really goofy. Not any more so than that geeky red- haired kid that lives on your block and wants to be your friend. Eventually, ya come to love the guy, right?

-James P. Wisdom