The year 2000 marked the release of Stew’s first solo album, or rather the first album Stew released under his own name rather than his band’s.
Guest Host is different from the first two Negro Problem albums… less hectic, less all over the place. It’s more of a smooth soul album, with some jazzy elements thrown in for good measure.
It’s also damn good, probably the best thing he’d recorded to that point. Entertainment Weekly called it the best album of the year, a fact that somehow escaped me at the time.
Album highlights include ‘The Stepford Lives,’ a cynical portrait of a suburban family that packs more punch than two hours of American Beauty; ‘Bijou,’ an angrily lusty look at a family of women on the verge of a nervous breakdown; and ‘Re-Hab,’ in which Stew, accompanied by a children’s chorus, tells the sorry but funny tale of an addict.
A favorite of mine is ‘She’s Really Daddy Feelgood,’ which dazzles with its’ Seussian rhymes and frenetic pace. The lyrics are typically cryptic, and I’ll venture a guess that this is the only song ever written that includes the phrase “spray hieroglyphs of semen.”
Requested you for dinner
Then set upon her plate
Scream jockey’s on a winner
While peeling warm bananas
And shining up her gate
The model with the paddle
Disarmed you with a riddle
And bade you come again
One seated in the middle
Good riddance to the saddle
Up to your neck in gin
Everybody knows that she’s really daddy feelgood
Yeah yeah
It was sent home to the projects
To polish up your pretext
Email sent by the demon
Who dig being your rejects
Your shiny black art objects
Spray hieroglyphs of semen
Dear Mrs. Porter’s daughter
Succumbed to my dark order
I burned her at my stake
And sprayed my holy water
Across her burning border
Called it the Northridge Quake
Mmm and then I did it
Everybody knows that she’s really daddy feelgood
Yeah yeah
A patio of witches
Synchronized their body watches
While dancing round the queue
The studs adjust their notches
But I prefer the bitches
With sundials made of you
A swampy fertile playground
I think I’ve got the lowdown
On Mrs. Porter’s girl
See I’m just her stack of cards to blow down
A toy she can spin round and round
Just watch me as I twirl
Can you dig it?
Everybody knows that she’s really daddy feelgood
Yeah yeah
Remarked the frigid countess
A tight black leather night vest
The branding iron waits
And every freakish request
Seems to please the coke-hound no less
He just likes to watch the plates
Can you dig it?
Everybody knows that she’s really daddy feelgood
Yeah yeah
Meet Me In Montauk 
You’ve obviously never heard my song from 1987, “Spray Hieroglyphs of Semen (Gettin’ Sticky in Here)”
Anyway, another good song by someone I never would have heard about but for your introduction.