He's panned in the MBA interview, and I had the wrong plug in my ear. Ha ha.

Start here: Justin said he hopes nobody gets offended or takes him too seriously on that. I'll grant him his wish because I like him. Love is too sacred to make a mess of it when you don't know whereof you speak, so WARNING: The following is drivel from a dufus trying to keep the conversations going here:

There are a gazillion explanations, and Justin probably doesn't know exactly which one is true. Suppose it is an apology to all us muck-eyed fans. I don't like to think of Justin as being into marketing, but maybe he realizes he would lose a lot of stalker fans if he swore his love to only somebody with blue eyes. He said there was some truth in the song, but most brown eyes have a speck of blue here or there, so he's safe.

Next, let us consider the baseline in what Justin considers in and out of love. If I had to guess, I would say he is a very loving person. The only person I don't think he is in love with is Lonnie Donnegan. Being out of love from Justin is probably a lot more loving than a lot of things that pass for love in this world, so I wouldn't worry. Don't we all love the music and trek to the concerts because of the love we feel? I think so.

Have you ever made a comment that gained a life of its own? I have. Then again, maybe the comment is just his way of saying there isn't enough of him to go around. If he doesn't wink at you, don't die of a heartache. Come to another show and he just might.

Maybe he fights with his wife. Who doesn't? Besides, he's French. The rich French dudes all have mistresses, don't they? What's it to me if he does? If Justin were in love with me, he could have told me - but I'm a fan, I'm not a musician, and if I were, I'd be a studio musician. So I think we all know where I stand with Justin: I'm that "crazy fool in the front row" that Justin laughed at.

Besides, Justin loves Swedish boyz, and he dances with Alberto in the wee hours.

Oh, and the album was selfish, which if you're a true Randroid, you realize is the only way you can be. If you will recall on one of the old fan fun questionnaires from the happy days of the OFC, Justin said he knew he was falling in love every time he walked past a mirror. So, every time he walks past a mirror, he falls in love - with somebody with blue eyes no less - and then when he is past the mirror - Voila! Out of love again. (I actually stole and adapted that line last night.)

Simple.

I listened on the speakers today. I missed-dunderstood. He said he didn't want the people about whom he was writing to take the lyrics too seriously.

Back to JP, if you're saving your lunch money to buy a lot of contraptions to sit around in your mom's basement making sound, you're probably not saving lives. Is a musician good because he expresses or lectures, or because he communicates? And, if somebody says they want to go to a show for a lecture, what is the probability, in broad terms, they're lying?

But Justin was making the most of a sitchy-ation in "BS" - or was that just a lyric - or maybe it's just love that's a-lookin' for you - her.

Is that why the Caesar's extravaganzas were so fun?

I appreciate that talking like that is good for promoters who will say, "Look at all the economic multipliers we get from Moody Blues concerts." My experience, however, is more like driving overnight, plopping in a show, and driving back to be by work at 8:00 the next day. A couple times a year, I find myself asking why I put myself through all that, and was it worth it, but seriously, the best thrill in life is seeing Justin - even when he says things that lead me to believe the audience is irrelevant, some sort of disposable appendage to what really matters.

You've got me wondering now how one says anything filthy about Justin. It must have been a lie. I always imagined he could muck stables and step in horsey without getting dirty.

As for stalking, I always thought it would be a good idea to come in on the room service cart with my head under the metal lid. I don't seriously think Justin would notice the hair when he cuts into his "breakfast," do you? He could take a few bites off my scalp, and then I'd slither down unnoticed. I can't hide under the bed because they normally block the underneath off to prevent people from losing watches or finding roaches. The only other thing I could think of is hiding in the pipes, but I"m much too fat. What were the girls plotting? Maybe I could dress in black and pose as a huge spider in the corner of the ceiling. How about buying a ticket, sitting in a seat for the concert, and then going out and waiting by the buses. Now that would be really schmutzig.