Popular song, preferred medium of all manner of charlatan and poser, and yet always the opiate of choice of your humble writer. Realise that I listen, think, and write of a special type of it, though; one which chooses to blight not one but two forms of high art. You will not be surprised to know that I'm expert in neither, and that I do not care that that may render all my pronouncements void. If the goal of (note the lowercase) art is to please, inform, entertain, and spark thought, then this medium succeeds for me. Perhaps such delusions are precisely why the marriage of melody and lyric is an affront to its parents. But I trust such delusions only harm myself.