so this morning i got hazed by a fourteen year old boy for liking ben folds.
maybe he's right.
but the same thing i like about ben folds is the same thing i like about candy.
simple sugar. little substance beyond pep.
really- what's wrong with bobbing your head to the tunes of a developmentally arrested piano player who still shoots in 35 mm black and white (which is hot. hot. hot).
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