Two things I heard yesterday:
An album of instrumental covers of Neil Young songs. The band is “Sisters Euclid,” the album is called “Run Neil Run” and I would advise anyone within earshot to do just that.
Oh, unless you wish to have your THOUGHTS PROVOKED. Like with a version of “Southern Man” where the guitar howls, shrieks and accuses, while the organ plinks out “Dixie.”
Why? would you take perfectly good lyrical content, discard it and try to re-interpret using electric guitar? (because you are a guitar boy) And how, how? could this have been produced? (because you are a guitar boy with PULL.)
Speaking of self-indulgent pap, we heard Nickelback’s new single on the local easy listening radio station while we bought vegetables. Poor Chad Kroeger. I think we can all agree on one thing: easy listening, he’s not.
(Since he got arrested on suspicion of drunk driving [he is pleading not-guilty] I have learned that his real last name isn’t even Kroeger! It’s Turton! Why would you change your name to Kroeger? If you could pick a last name and you knew you were heading for adult contempo – oh, I mean ROCK – stardom, why not pick a last name like Sanchez. Chad Sanchez. I like that!)
Tell me all about it, Chad. Let’s hang out and you can tell me all your secrets. And then I’ll tell the internet and you can write a song about me and say things like, “oooh she’s a skank and a bitch/that cheeseblog witch/she really sold me out/she makes me shout/ai ai ai/I’m just a man/she said she was a fan/man oh man”
high kicks
fireworks
high kicks
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