Anyway, it opens with Robert Sledge's distinct distorted bass and Ben Folds' uncanny piano. Lyrically it paints the picture of an Uncle (Walter to be exact) who sits in his arm chair, drinking while watching TV. He's loud and opinionated and the protagonist of the song is stuck having to listen to him go on and on about his life experiences, the things he's seen on TV and his disdain for heroine. This self-titled album is full of many fantastic songs, this one included, and I would dare say that in spite of its brilliance it's one of the less interesting tracks on the album. Still, it would mean a lot to me if you would listen to it, because it's fantastic and it was stuck in my head as I rolled out of bed yesterday. Quintessential Ben Folds Five y'all.
How I ever got by without music like this in my life, I'll never know.
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