My Gen X Playlist: Apathy – The Whatnots

I’m not a big fan of the phrase and whatnot. I don’t even understand it. I mean I do, but not how I’ve heard it being used. People seem to throw it on the end of any sentence randomly. Whenever I’d hear it dropped three times within a short conversation, I’d shake my head inside my head. It’s just being used as filler. Here’s what AI says:

“And whatnot” is an informal phrase used at the end of a list to mean “et cetera,” “and so on,” or “other similar things”. It implies that one other, unnamed items exist that are similar to those already mentioned. It is often used to avoid listing everything in detail.

AI

Interestingly enough, today I learned whatnot is one word instead of two and actually surprised it’s listed in the Merriam Webster dictionary. I’m not sure why that surprises me. Why wouldn’t it be. That’s just my bias pushing illogical thoughts. Fortunately, my disdain for this phrase is waning. I now tune it out.

I’m breaking my cardinal rule of only posting songs that I know and grew up with. When I searched for possible songs, I discovered a band called The Whatnots. I had to check them out.

It looks like they had three albums. I sampled songs from each. One album wasn’t bad. Their sound seemed to change a bit and I didn’t care for the other two. Here’s a song that isn’t half bad – Apathy. The song has a total of 255 views and was surprised I found the lyrics online. I like the song title because it fits how I now feel about this overused phrase.

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I hold a revelance
In this age
Another week
And waste away
Try to focus
But I'm so damn tired
I force myself
To be inspired

This pot of coffee keeps me wired

Make a list of everything
That I still love to do
It's not for pointing fingers
It's just what I'm going through
And I drafted up a letter
As a hopeful remedy
But there's hardly any progress
On account of apathy
(Whoa, whoa)

I got problems
Of my own
I work my fingers
To the bone
Now I'll write an anthem
To describe this life
But it's hard for me
To find the time

To compose the verses on my mind

Make a list of everything
That I still love to do
It's not for pointing fingers
It's just what I'm going through
And I drafted up a letter
As a hopeful remedy
But there's hardly any progress
On account of apathy

And it makes no sense
This meaningless trustful
States
As I stumble through the day
And I choose to unwind
And throw all my time
Away
Away

Make a list of everything
That I still love to do
It's not for pointing fingers
It's just what I'm going through
And I drafted up a letter
As a hopeful remedy
But there's hardly any progress
On account of apathy

Make a list of everything
That I still love to do
It's not for pointing fingers
It's just what I'm going through
And I drafted up a letter
As a hopeful remedy
But there's hardly any progress
On account of apathy
(Uhh-Uhh, Uhh-Uhh)

Make a list of everything
That I still love to do
It's not for pointing fingers
It's just what I'm going through
And I drafted up a letter
As a hopeful remedy
But there's hardly any progress
On account of apathy

But there's hardly any progress
On account of apathy

But there's hardly any progress
On account of apathy