confessional 4 (or further proof why i'm totally fucking lame 900,478,520)

I scoffed when I got a copy of Reel Big Fish's new album in the mail. "Hah!" I thought. "This should be funny." Of course, it only took two trumpet blasts to get me chair dancing. In the office mind you. With people here. Conclusion: though the heady, intelligent sounds of jazz still escape me, I'm a sucker for trite and gooey ska/punk/pop jams as if it was still 1996 or something.