RICHH AND GOOLEY AT IT AGAIN 

     The last time that Gooley and I had our annual powwow,
we spent most of the night drinking Gooleybrew and arguing
about an Air Supply song.  Gooley was adamant that "two less
lonely people in the world" was grammatically incorrect and
I took the position that these people were actually "less"
lonely than before they met, so the title held up.  I don't
remember much after that.  I blacked out.
     This time, we find ourselves again at Camp Gooley,
drinking what must be jet fuel, and talking stadium rock, a
subject which I know is near and dear to Mark.

R:  I just don't get it, Mark.  "Any way you want it, that's
the way you need it, any way you want it."  I try and I try
to make sense of the line, but it just makes my brain hurt.
G:  I'm with you, Rich.  I find much of the "Departure"
album medicore and, yes, silly.
R:  But it has to mean *something*.  It *has* to.
G:  Have you listened to the rest of the song?  Maybe in
context.
R:  She loves to laugh she loves to sing she does everything
she loves to move she loves to grove she loves the *eek*
loving things.
G:  (nods) Ooh all night, all night.  Ooh every night.
R:  So hold tight?  Hold tight.
G:  Ooh baby, hold tight.
R:  Oh, that clears it right up.
G:  Okay, I'll concede that it makes no sense, but it beats
"Homemade Love".
R: Oh, oo. Oo, baby. I love cookin' with honey. I love to
make you feel funny. I love the way you do.
     I want, I want it with you, yeah.  Homemade love, Jelly
roll love.  Homemade love.
G:  I need a jelly roll sweetie.  Now, spread it oh spread
it on me, babe.  Feels so good, on the top.
     Spread it around, baby, till I drop ya'.
     Homemade love, hot jelly roll love.
     Homemade love.
R:  God, "Departure" just reeks.
G:  But "Escape"; now there's some rock and roll.
R:  If you say so.  I guess "Evolution" isn't intolerable.
G:  But "Any way you want it, that's the way you need it."
You're right.  *What the hell does that mean*?
R:  I miss Journey, you know.
G:  Me too.  And Foreigner and Styx and ELO and Boston and
everyone.
R:  They could make all the stadiums rock.
G:  Wait a minute.  I know that line.  It's from a song.
Dammit, I know it.  (hums to self)
R:  Maybe.
G:  hmmm hmmm hmm without you do you really wanna see me
crawl and I'm never gonna make it without you.
R&G:  Making love out of nothing at all.
R:  Out of nothing at all
G:  Making love. . .
R:  Out of nothing at all
G:  Making love. . .
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R:  Out of nothing at all
G:  Making love. . .
R:  Out of nothing at all
G:  Making love. . .
R:  Can we stop now?
G:  Okay.  See ya next year.

RICHH