this song, steeped in tongue in cheek hilarity, is a quite astute look at the life he really was living. he may not have a law degree, but he was the king of advantage taking (read: "Lawyers, Guns, and Money") and decadent living.
The song smacks of late eighteenth, early twentieth century literature that featured the modern day American rake galavanting about Europe with a chip on his shoulder and a string of warrants and well satisfied ladies behind him. It speaks to WZ's informedness: this is not some long haired rock and roll goon bragging about his exploits. he is well read and, dare i say it? a philosopher, but a philosopher who asks noone to ascribe to his way of life. he is simply revelling in his own choices, and is so excited about them he expresses it in music. it is almost as if his music is secondary to and an extension of his life, his great talent mixing with his natural form of expression.
this song, steeped in tongue in cheek hilarity, is a quite astute look at the life he really was living. he may not have a law degree, but he was the king of advantage taking (read: "Lawyers, Guns, and Money") and decadent living.
The song smacks of late eighteenth, early twentieth century literature that featured the modern day American rake galavanting about Europe with a chip on his shoulder and a string of warrants and well satisfied ladies behind him. It speaks to WZ's informedness: this is not some long haired rock and roll goon bragging about his exploits. he is well read and, dare i say it? a philosopher, but a philosopher who asks noone to ascribe to his way of life. he is simply revelling in his own choices, and is so excited about them he expresses it in music. it is almost as if his music is secondary to and an extension of his life, his great talent mixing with his natural form of expression.