Whenever I hear
the opening strains of Maggie May by Rod Stewart, I
always think: Oh no, not again. I mean, it’s been, like twelve million times,
right? And I’ve always thought the
lyrics were, I dunno, a bit lazy or something.
But then, by the
time the guitar solo comes around, I think: Actually,
this is a pretty good song.
Then when the
mandolin kicks off the coda I realize all over again that I’ve been listening
to a masterpiece.
