Some people ask us where we get our ideas. Most of the time it's from writing emails back and forth when we should be studying. Here's an example:
Russ: Do you ever think about how creepy a lot of music was in the 50s and 60s? Grown men in their 30s would rhapsodize about the beauty of teenage girls half their age. The below song would never make it to the airwaves, today, for the bracketed reasons.
You're Sixteen (You're Beautiful and You're Mine)
originally released in 1960 performed by Johnny Burnette.
You come on like a dream
Peaches and cream
Lips like strawberry wine
You're sixteen, you're beautiful, and you're mine
Mine all mine
(All right, I'm going to assume for the songwriter's sake that everything he just said was not a euphemism. Strawberry wine? We just established that she's 5 years below the drinking age)
You're all ribbons and curls
Ooh, what a girl
Eyes that sparkle and shine
You're sixteen...
Mine all mine, mine, mine
(A little possessive aren't we? That's got to be some kind of warning sign)
You're my baby, you're my pet
We fell in love on the night we met
You touched my hand, my heart went pop
Ooh, when we kissed, I could not stop
(Now, the guy admits that he has no ability to control himself in a physical situation)
You walked out of my dreams
And into my car
Now you're my angel divine
You're sixteen... (3X)
(He's even laid out his Modus Operandi. Don't get into a car with strangers!)
Mike: Those were much simpler times. In those days, all it took to attract a man was chantilly lace, a purty face, and a pony tail hanging down. Such things like a wiggling walk and a giggling talk could make a man's world go round. All it took to make a guy act funny and spend money was a big-eyed girl. These relationships were innocent. All the guy wanted was to feel real loose like a long necked goose. That's what he liked.
