Thirty-eight years late [substanstial, seeing as I'm only twenty-two], I finally bought Rumours by Fleetwood Mac.  I was familiar with most of the album, but I have been constantly singing the sweet little upbeat diddy, Second Hand News…particularly the line:

When times go bad
When times go rough
Won’t you lay me down in the tall grass
And let me do my stuff

Is Mr. Lindsey Buckingham saying, “hey, leave me alone to do my own thing?”
Or is he really referring to fornication on a grassy knoll?

Well?

I’m convinced it’s the latter observation.  I really think 1977 Lindsey Buckingham wants to lay me down in the tall grass and let him do his stuff*.  I was discussing this pressing matter with , who agreed, and that the “bam ba bam bam”s and “doot doo doo doo”s interspersed between the verses made it even more ridiculous.

Monday night I had a bad case of insomnia and couldn’t get Secondhand News out of my head.  I chuckled aloud and woke up Damon…and broke into gutbusting laughter trying to explain it to him.  The idea of someone expressing in a pop song that they basically want to have their way with you (whether you like it or not) while peppering their phrases with “doot doot doo”s is HILARIOUS to me. I spent the next five minutes desperately trying to stiffle my girlish giggles so as to let the poor kid sleep.  I felt like I was in Church again.

*And honestly, if I had any good sense I would let him do his stuff, if the way he can fingerwork a guitar is any indication of his grassy-lovemaking abilities. Hoo-wah.