This morning, the best song in the world is The Isley Brothers' 'It's Your Thing'.

No, I'm sorry. There's no argument. I can't be having debate on this particular point. Today, we must put the fact that it has been sold to all kinds of tacky commercials aside, and bow down before it in all its wondrousness. It's perfect.

Moreover, they're right. It's a universal truth: I *can't* tell you who to sock it to. Funk *and* philosophy.

No, I don't know what the best song in the world is going to be tomorrow morning. These things can't be predicted. Just work with me, OK?