I’ve got this friend, he’s a cool guy, kind of funny (in the way that he’s constantly spouting pop culture references, in such an amount that I have taken to calling him “the Family Guy Jukebox”) and he plays drums in metal bands (I’d say his favorite band would be Slipknot, so that kind of metal). Out of all the people I know, he’s the most musically inclined and in ‘the know’.

For some reason, though, when this song played he said something like, “I’m waiting for my man?” and looked at me in that way that guys look at each other when they’re trying to silently communicate, “This shit is gay, fool.”

And, I’m, like, you know, a little flabbergasted, because my friend does drugs (everyone cool does, if you didn’t know) and I can’t imagine he’s never heard the term “man” applied to a dealer before? I guess it’s kind of a 70′s thing maybe. On top of that, I’m a little disappointed that he couldn’t just listen to the lyrics and suss out that the whole song is about buying drugs. No, instead he heard a guy (poorly) singing “my man” and got all weird about it.

“Dude, no, man, it’s his dealer, he’s waiting to buy drugs, listen to the song.”

“Oh, okaaaaay… Who is this?”

“The Velvet Underground? You know, like, Lou Reed?”

“Who’s Lou Reed?”

Sometimes the world strikes me as a really sad place, especially when the Family Guy Jukebox doesn’t know who Lou Reed is.