Ah Thursday, and the Tigers have finally decided to remove bat from sphincter.* Life is good (at least until 6:30ish tomorrow), so it’s time for another Throwback. Now if any song of the nineties spoke to the burgeoning English major (aka sad bastard masochism) within my preteen self, it was definitely Michael Penn’s 1990 hit “No Myth.” I mean, honestly, who but a Penn would have the tenacious conceit to A) ref Brontë, and B) deliberately play with the subjunctive in the FUCKING CHORUS of his jangle pop ode to coulda-been adoration. Despite the in-your-face pedantry, a healthy mix of anorak jangle and foot tapping backbeat helped the song climb to number thirteen on the Billboard charts, a feat Mr. Penn hasn’t come close to matching in his ongoing career. Hey, I guess we all have at least one Spicoli in us. After that it’s just a lot of Mystic River….

Different topic: I’m not the only one who remembers the cartoon Pro Stars, right?!?

*See: Reality Bites.