I admire pop songs that are perfect at three minutes.

Pop songs are like a D.J. set crammed into three minutes.

We lived, ate, and breathed pop songs.

There are no rules when it comes to songwriting, so I'd turn Carter family songs from the 1930s into pop songs.

Pop songs are not as graceful as they used to be. Performers today haven't gone through the regimen of learning how to write. And of course, everyone wants to own copyrights.

Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case "Big Shot" and "Bette Davis Eyes." The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there and always underfoot, the insistent gray muck that was pop culture. It stuck to our shoes and we tracked it through our lives.