I just walked through the living room in time to see Katy Perry murder her own song in the midst of  Busby Berkeley’s post-Jamba Juice nightmare (and Jill Sobule’s girl kissing song is soooooo much better even if it doesn’t have a good beat to dance to).

It took one person (Paul Simon) to write American Tune.

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right
I’m just weary to my bones
Still, you don’t expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

And I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
or driven to its knees
but it’s all right, it’s all right
for we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
road we’re traveling on
I wonder what’s gone wrong
I can’t help it, I wonder what’s gone wrong

It took seven people (William Adams, Keith Harris, Josh Lopez, Caleb Speir, John Stephens, Estelle Swaray and Kanye West) to write American Boy:

Dis is da numba one champion sound
Yeah, Estelle we ’bout to get down
We da hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Better put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats.

[  ]

He said, Hey Sister.
It’s really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who’s just my type.
Like the way he speak here, his confidence is peaking.
Don’t like his baggy jeans but I’m a like what’s underneath them.
And no I ain’t been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York’s wide awake.
But first let’s see the west end.
I’ll show you to my bedroom.
I’m like this American Boy. American Boy. 

Seven. Fucking. People. For that.


I’m going to bed because tomorrow’s going to be another working day
And I’m trying to get some rest. That’s all I’m trying, to get some rest



Yeah. Like I would tell you....