A "real estate novelist" is someone who tries to sell properties by spinning fictions about them. In other words, he doesn't tell the absolute truth about what he's selling, but he's not exactly a liar, either.

The Crying of Lot 49.

Well, I've never heard of someone hating "Fortress Around Your Heart" more than some others in Sting's catalog…

Anytime he busts out his Little Richard voice, I'm on board.

V. Stiviano?

"Uptown Girl" is the Billy Joel song I usually go to bat for.

Pre-British-Invasion rock 'n' roll was heavy on the saxophone. I'd say it was a crucial part of the music in those days, before the guitar became the center of it all.

When they're played well, in a group, and outdoors, you really understand why they have been so effective for so many centuries as a martial instrument. There's something about their sound that penetrates deep into one's nervous system. That's probably why people love them or hate them.

Bagpipes look like a man is wrestling with an octopus that has partially swallowed a cat, and sometimes sound like it, too.

I think it suggests that he's a realtor who spins fictions about his properties, and thus is a little less than honest.

For years, I have longed to hear Tom Jones sing "Rescue Me." Maybe he has sung it, and I've missed it.

Interestingly, "Uptown Girl" is my favorite Billy Joel song.

When I was growing up, the Thompson Twins had a hit with a song that included the lyric, "Hold me now, warmed by fart…"

Well, he admits himself that he goes to extremes…

His complaint about "Hey Jude" seemed mostly to be about its length, especially the sing-along fade-out that takes 4 minutes. I love it, and most people seem to; but if you're really committed to the punk orthodoxy that a song should never be more than 3 minutes long, "Hey Jude" is going to be a problem. I'm not…

I did enjoy his coinage there.

It takes a special kind of deep-seated paranoia and unfounded hatred to see Mick Jagger as part of the international Jewish conspiracy.

At least "Old Time Rock & Roll" is rollicking and fun and owns its curmudgeon-ness(?). I don't agree with the sentiment of the song, but at least I can smile and dance to it.

In parts of rural America, especially in the Appalachians, "whiskey" unspecified is understood to be corn whiskey. I think that's what McClean is doing there. On the other hand, isn't he a big Bible-thumper? Maybe he doesn't know shit about booze.

If only he would drive away the mosquitoes.