Fatherhood and whiny pop

The probability of a particular album being chosen from my CD case is, to first order, a function of the how good the music is and how long it's been since I've listened to it. There are probably some subtle effects (I often get a good tune stuck in my head, and want to listen to it again after a few days), so the density function looks something like this.
I found myself on the rightmost end of the orange curve recently, when I pulled an album by the band Something Corporate from my car case for a head-bopping commute in the VW. This is bad music, in the sense that it is harmonically simple, unimaginative, unmusical, over-engineered, predictable and whiny. I envision the musicians from Semisonic deciding they weren't getting to 'express' themselves and forming this group instead. That said, amongst such magna opera hooks as "be my punk rock princess" and "I kissed a drunk girl" was

Son / one day you'll be a man / and men can do terrible things

which caught me off guard and my attention. Well played, Mr. Corporate. Now I'll blog about the line and switch back to Steven Page and Colin Meloy for squishy tunes about fatherhood, putting your album back in its case for an expectation-value duration of two years.

Although I appreciate the sentiment, I'm not sure that* men can do terrible things. Free will might be real, but it might also make sense as an abstraction of a deterministic reality: certainly, we can envision a deterministic system so detailed that at the level of (modern) observation we're convinced that we control it. Under that layer is a stochastic reality, then under that, getting smaller and smaller, more determinism. Then Bill of O pleads, "enough!"

[*] A matter of word choice: I'm not sure what the distinction among "if", "that" and "whether" is, in this context.