Doctor Pujol says,
Your Cholesterol is high.
Royal with cheese please.
Tim Burton's and Helena Bonham Carter's version of the Mickey Mouse Club.
No I have not read that speech, nor have I read any of the other 2000+ published works of his. Sort of in the same way you either 1) didn't read my name under my post, or 2) got my name wrong intentionally in an attempt to make me feel unimportant and unremarkable.
Either way, it worked. Damn You Curtis! Not only do I feel like an unremarkable piece of shit but I also have had my interest piqued on this T.R. speech you have quoted.
By the way, do you happen to have the title/date/location of that speech?
I can't believe you guys don't see this "blog post" for what it is. I called it best earlier, it is a troll thinly veiled as a critique, most likely strategically placed by the staff in order to drive a comment thread and increase views and hits.
John the Liberator bit the hardest. He countered with a polemic argument, attacking the high school kid that lives within the authors past. At least some of the commenters have defended the band in question.
Curtis has the nerve quote someone as great as The Roughrider in such an pointless discussion. I have a feeling Teddy Roosevelt wasn't referring to pop musicians or artists when he was thinking up a way to expand upon and paraphrase the metaphor of god spitting the lukewarm out of his mouth.
Dammit and here I am attacking commenters and passive-aggressively attacking the author and the blog itself, biting just as hard as any of you guys. I did predict I would do this though.
Site hits (readership) must be down a little. Sirens, Alarm Bells, Flashing Lights go off in The Cream Headquarters....Deploy the Truth Squad and watch the true fans and indifferent yet sensitive empathetic commenters light this post up. And now the Defenders of the Truth Squad show up and defend the blog post and this battle rages.
I don’t even know what I am doing here. And I still don’t know what I will be doing here when I check this every 15 minutes through my workday. Dammit!!!
I started my band for one reason, so idiotic, doting, fanboys could suck on my asshole. I started bleaching and shaving "me arse" when I started learning to play the guitar.
BTW, Spin, I think "daend" has figured you guys out. Time to throw in the towel.
They've played several house shows....at my mom's house. Oh no wait, that was Mike Nesmith's mom's house, my bad. So don't pull the, "they haven't paid their dues" bull shit because my mom's house is super hard to book.
I just wish my band would fall on Jack White's radar. We have been waiting in line for two years to buy records (dead technology I might add) with our instruments, in our outfits, playing our best songs and No Bunny has noticed. Not even the UPS guy who delivers the colored vinyl to the big yellow door. We are putting in work, in the trenches, and I feel like we are just spinning our wheels.
All kidding aside though, there is no need to defend a band you like and conversely to the bitter bettys out there, spit those sour grapes out of your mouth if you don't approve of a band's level of success or road to that success. The bitterness is just in poor form.
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