You're on fire when he's near you ... burning at these mysteries

Oh sure. Hardy har, Jack Black. It's easy to say you and your class of impossibly talented musichildren are going to get out there and melt some faces because you've never seen it happen. You've never been here at this time of year. You've never been walking into the grocery store at the precise moment a young woman's frighteningly wrinkled face skin succumbs to the sun's blaze and begins sluffing off a la Raiders of the Lost Ark. It's terrifying.

Granted, she could have simply been an EXTREMELY old woman or a fiftysomething with a long history of meth use. Either way, irksome. She should not have been out at this time. No one should.