OUTKAST "ROSES" [THE REAL DEAL] . . . . ALL THINGS CONSIDERED IT'S BEEN A PRETTY FUCKED DAY, YOU KNOW, BIORHYTHMIC LOW AND ALL THAT SHIT . . . . HAD 'STANKONIA' ON IN THE CAR ON THE WAY HOME, STUCK IN MY HAYED . . . . WE'VE ALL KNOWN A CAROLINE AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER, UNFORTUNATELY . . . . LIFE JUST DOESN'T SMELL LIKE ROSES SOMETIMES . . . . TODAY WAS SUCH A TIME.

Melody and some of the niceties of songcraft had just about vanished up their collective bumnoles during the first part of the decade when it came to so called R+B, rap and hip hop, by and large it was clunky, beat driven, non melodic noise . . . . thank fuck for the constantly at loggerheads pairing of Andre3000 and Big Boi, otherwise known as Outkast. Hailing from somewhere like Pig's Knuckle, Arkansas, these two dudes had a huge feel for all the melodies, hooks and chorus catchiness that so many others missed out on . . . . going back to Miss Jackson and prior, the pair of them managed to come up with some eminently memorable pop of the quality kind, anyone who couldn't at least tap their feet to 'Hey Yeh' must be clinically dead . . . . 'Roses', pretty much the same, universal subject matter, great tune, wicked lyrics and this super chill clip featuring a pick-up I'd give both my nads to have parked in my drive . . . . as for Caroline, not worth a squirt of billy goat's piss . . . . you can have her buddy !!! Later, off to bed, had enough of this day.