Reloading the music onto the computer is shaping up to be a long and arduous process. I have eleven CDs full of MP3s begged, borrowed, stolen (get outta here, RIAA, it's just a figure of speech) or ripped. And that's before filing them into genres. Although the way I listen to them (and given that iTunes doesn't care about directory structure) it probably doesn't matter anyway.

One of these songs, which I downloaded back when I still thought rap was relevant to my suburban Japanese-economy-car-driving lifestyle, is Warren G's "I Want It All." He was one of my favorites in high school, so this song caught my notice when it came out during my college years. The chorus background riff was awesome enough that the song entered rotation.

Now, perhaps my greatest downfall with popular music is I don't listen to lyrics. I have an ear for rhythm and harmony with a sprinkling of idiosyncratic humor. That's one of the reasons I'll actually listen to Eminem. So when this tune came up one day with Sed in the car, it didn't pass her notice that something was amiss in the chorus.


"One of these things is not like the other," she sang. "One of these things just doesn't belong."

But you know what? Come to think of it, if I cut a contract for a new record, I would throw out my underwear and socks and buy new ones. It makes sense. Damn the man, Warren.