Don't get me wrong, I
like that album. But it's pretty obviously just some whiny self-inserty parable about how much being a million-selling rock star sucks.
Honestly, the albums that rip it off (
this one in particular) might actually be better. Yes, trash my taste, but the whole overdramatic shtick rock operas go for makes sense if you're aiming it at teenagers, who are known for being overdramatic (
). And at least this one doesn't have all those ninety-second interludes that are just exposition.