sure it might seem that i just love paul because i love old sad bastard music, songs filled with lonesomeness, longing, and heartache. but to think that would be 100% wrong. hear me? WRONG. i love paul because appeals to both sides of my personality, the sad bastard and the buttshaker. i think you need the buttshaking to balance the bastard.

and paul can make you shake your butt. not in a woot! woot! raise the roof sort of shaking either. it’s more a cosmic mix of right words with the right rhythm. it’s songs with refrains that make you shake your damn hips.

“i’m wild & lethal, i’m a mile deep though, there ain’t no bank that can hold me back.

that lyric gets it’s own weird shoulder shake + hip shimmy.

then there’s songs like ‘eyes like sparks’ and ‘be bad for me.’ these are simple song with only a few words repeated over and over until you are hypnotised and you find your self bobbing your head in a most sassy manner, hips gyrating ever-so-subtley, challenging your imaginary lover with words like just stay where you are. baby stay away from me. with your eyes like sparks, and my heart like gasoline. only you really don’t want that lover to stay where he/she is, you want them to (in the immortal words of st. paul) please, please, please, baby be bad for me. again, it’s not the words here so much as the way they are sung coupled with the subtle drum and jangly guitar.

then, of course, there’s ‘hot un.’ a song that really, pretty much sets me right on fire. “look at them curves now that’s something, check out the girl on that bellybutton. . . just look at the girl on that tattoo.”

and see? see? it’s not just old sad bastard music. it’s not just woe is me, i’m so lonesome i could die. no, there’s the fun, make you smile, make you feel sexxy, make you shake your butt kind of rock and roll that’s just so damn good for the soul.

and why would anyone want to pass up the opportunity to see all that LIVE and IN PERSON?