Coming back to the office after some time off gives me a fresh perspective on the music scene. By that I mean it seems far crazier than I remember from 10 days ago.

This week’s re-immersion has filled my mind with questions.

Such as:

Isn’t it a bit unseemly for Eminem, at 36 years old, to still be blaming Mommy for all his screw-ups, as he does on “My Mom,” from his new album, “Relapse”?

On the other hand, isn’t questioning Eminem for being unseemly kind of beside the point?

How can a live CD/DVD of Eric Clapton and Steve Winwood performing together find room for “Forever Man” but not for “Sea of Joy”?

Does anyone besides me wish that Aerosmith with ZZ Top lineup could be flipped? Top’s made some questionable recordings but they never sank to the level of “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.”

Is there really any reason the Monkees aren’t in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame other than Jann Wenner’s pigheadedness?

Do you really want to sit through Theory of a Deadman and Godsmack to hear Motley Crue play “Dr. Feelgood”? Or Whitesnake to hear Judas Priest play “British Steel”?

Isn’t the idea of going to an outdoor concert in Central Florida in the summer kind of absurd?

For that matter, isn’t the idea of going outside in Central Florida in the summer kind of absurd?

Isn’t human hibernation an idea whose time finally has come?