Nothing says rock 'n' roll like "doo doo da doo." What does it mean? Who cares? When New York City anti-folk duo the Moldy Peaches sing those syllables, the pleasure of the music lies in its organic inflections. That's true for most forms of communication: Even tiny babies know that food tastes better when you say, "Mmmm!" and the flu feels more tolerable when you're groaning. As feminist theorist Julia Kristeva taught us, the delirious babble of signification comes from the basic rhythms of our semiotic drives. And as Robert Plant taught us, those urges are best... More >>>