The Jane & Scott Show

I wrote a song.  It was deep, yet subtle, I felt.  Sweet, lyrical, and poignant, I decided.  It metaphorically explores the confusion of growing up and parental relationships and cycling.  It is, in fact, one of my favorite songs that we perform to date.  Unfortunately, it’s meaning has been completely lost on audiences since we moved to Atlanta.  It has become necessary to explain the meaning of the thing before we perform it, which, I feel, diminishes the intensity of the song’s impact.  I find this distressing, more so because it seems to indicate (insert gasp of shock here) a lesser degree of environmentally friendly transportation awareness, and frank indifference to the poor Luddites.

I was informed that they don’t have Burleys here.  I now have proof to the contrary, and henceforth will have no patience whatever with audience members who claim that they don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.  Nor will I relent out of gratitude that they are actually listening to lyrics rather than chugging beer and yelling across the table at their friends.  Because, in the tinsel bedecked, scooter filled 4th of July parade in Decatur, not one, but two Burley’s were in evidence.  (and, omg, cute as hell.)