Not much baseball in this song, but I was revising a passage in Going, Going, Gone where M.E. talks about this song. So here it is.
Obviously he’s not doing so well at this point.
He also alludes to semi-crushing on singer Johnette Napolitano. Yeah, she’s twenty years older (not that that should stop anyone), but in reality when you have a voice like hers, you’re timeless and ageless.
Concrete Blonde tours from time to time. Go see them where there’s a good sound system. (Or not. Just go see them. And tell me, male or female, that you’re not semi-crushing on Johnette afterwards.)