[And the words! Some groups respond to success by writing deadening songs about the awful pain that comes with sudden wealth, and/or the fascinating experience of doing soundchecks, making fleeting visits to famous American cities, and meeting limo drivers. For conclusive proof of the awful results of such an approach, I would suggest a quick flick through the Stereophonics' third album, Just Enough Education to Perform, which stands as one of the most jawdroppingly bad records ever made. It features a miserable chronicle of the rock life entitled Nice to Be Out, which peaks with a pre-gig bit of sightseeing in Dallas.] We stood where Oswald took his shot, ... In my opinion, there's a bigger plot.
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