Thanks to Brad Paisley, I finally feel comfortable insulting Paul McCartney’s new album title, Kisses on the Bottom
. When I first heard it, I thought: “Either I have a dirty mind, or Paul McCartney really has a romp fetish.” Paisley is the only person with the guts to address the icon’s decision, saying, “It’s only February, but Sir Paul is an absolute lock for worst album title of the year. Actually, maybe all time… It’s like he’s kidding. He’s got to be kidding. Tell me he’s changing the title back to the real one, right? Oh then how we’ll laugh and laugh.” He then rightly took aim at McCartney’s creative team that signed off on the idea, saying, “Dear Team of ‘Yes Men’ surrounding Sir Paul: you really have taken it to a new level. No one said… ‘uh, Sir, uh… what about..um..hey maybe…” I’m actually quite curious what the album title was really meant to suggest. Has my tainted imagination skirted over some very deep, poetic meaning?