Just watched John Mellencamp’s “Plain Spoken – Live at the Chicago Theater.”
Denial – Who the fuck is this Tom Waits impersonator anyway?
Anger – What is this, like off your new album?
Bargaining – Ok that “Check It Out”was good, but if I hear the intro to “I Want A Lover”, I’m going home, raising a family, making a real difference in society, and by the time I get back you still won’t have gotten to the vocal.
Depression – Again with the violin and accordion? If I wanted this I would have invaded France by now.
Acceptance – It’s ironic I will probably ending up shooting myself in the head watching a fat white audience guy in a suit jamming right the hell out, while you sing
“Oooh yeah….life goes on.”