It seems to come down to very simple terms when G. Love is considering his state of mind. There isn't much hemming or hawing involved with the idea rolling around and around. It's one of those easy scripts to read, written out in laugh lines and big, block letters the size of storefront windows. He's either happy or he's not. There's little of the mixture that happens in his song life, it seems. He'd rather live for the good days than dwell on the bad ones. The easy laughs and the sweet nature of being available to cheerfulness comes out in most of the songs the Philadelphian writes. Even "Fixin' To Die," the title track from his latest record, sounds like a cow rustler waltzing into a future ghost town in the Old West, but with a consciousness that there's a preparation going on, that everything's trying to be set right. It's as if his character, churning through his final ticks of the clock or proceeding toward a waiting firing squad, recognizes that he's lived hard and is going to continue to live hard until the last snort of air and the final pump of blood passes through him. No one's a saint, but he's getting his ducks in a row and you get the sense that there are a lot worse people than him. The majority of "Fixin' To Die," sounds as if it's a celebration of the finer things in life that don't cost a body a dime. It's the stuff that we put in our morning, afternoon or evening coffee that says so much about us, that matters greatly. A song like "Milk and Sugar," lays it out there for us, citing the many different ways that people take their coffee - none of which could be claimed as bad. It's as if that joyfulness felt in sitting down with that cup of black inspiration in the morning spills out into the song as it becomes an allegory for the idea of different strokes for different folks, whatever makes you happy, man. He gets us with his chipperness and with his sorta slanged charm. It sounds easy for him to just be swept up in a feeling of wherever the current takes him is where he'll go. It's a beach attitude of just letting the waves crash a bit, letting it thunder some and letting everything just operate as it pleases. You probably get the kind of love you deserve in the end anyway. It's just a vibe thing, so let it ride.