Definitive track: “Birdhouse in Your Soul” from the album Flood, released in 1990.
Boys, boys, boys.
Well, I guess, just boys, boys. Boy and other boy. And it’s because of your perpetual boy-ness that you make this list. Fuck growing up, man. Let’s just sit on a trampoline in somebody’s yard and sing songs.
We have walked in the glow of each other’s majestic presence. No, really, like 12 times. Really. And I used to call your phone machine every night.
In 1998, Linnell was one of People Magazine’s most beautiful people. And what did he do to talk about it? Write a song? No. Wrote an op-ed for the New York Times. The New. York. Motherfucking. Times.
And if that don’t get your panties in a twist, maybe some songs about robots will. I mean, they do it for me.