So more highly crapulent music. First up: this ain’t Tom Jones…
What the Samuel L. Hell was that?? Ok, next up, the sensitive song stylings of…Kojak?
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Category: Music
Singin’ in the Rain
Some of you have complained that I:
a) post too many music videos
b) post too many crappy music videos
c) post at all
So because you won’t play nice, I give you the following tunes, suitable for a soggy day…
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A Little Traveling Music Please…
Meh.
Ya Know It’s Coming…
…but it still hurts. It doesn’t help that I was right all along. Oh well, congrats to the Highlighter Yellow & Blue for their miraculous win. No way you guys miss the Final Four…right?
While I sit in my puddle of bitter disappointment—again—join me won’t you in some music. And nothing expresses disappointment better than crappy music. Let’s go back once more to a time before indoor plumbing became all the rage.
Here’s one of the campiest and worst of the ’70’s…
To quote Chicago’s own Jim Nayder, “Sweet Lord!”
I Joy to Call Thee Mine
The County Towed My Van!
So I come home after a long day of black market kitten peddling, I mean, writing, and my van’s gone! I hitch a ride with this dude who shares the same dumpster as me, and we go down to the impound lot. The man at the county impound says I was parked illegally.
When I say, “No way! There’s no sign by the river says I can’t park there!” He says, “Park district regulations prohibit loitering, camping, or other misuse of public land.” I told him I wasn’t camping, I was living there, and he told me to get out of his office…and while I was at it, to get a life.
Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise, cuz when the spring rains come, it’ll give new meaning to “I can’t move because my house’s underwater.” Anyway, I need $150 to get my van back. So do me a solid and buy something at the Chewing Glass General Store, huh? Thanks! Maybe I can return the favor some time.
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Repressed Memories
As a child, I was forced to suffer many indignities, but none of them left as painful a scar as being subjected to Rem Wall’s Green Valley Jamboree.
My dear parents even dragged me to Deer Forest in Coloma, not to see the animals or ride the rides, but to see Rem and his boys perform live on stage.
From what I remember, The Green Valley Boys were on Saturday nights just before we went to Mass. There’s nothin’ like country music to put you in the mood for salvation! When we got home, we’d have supper where I would get a dose of Lawrence Welk for good measure. Helps keep your mind on your bizness! [Grandpa Simpson voice]
Those of you who’ve derided my taste in music in times past, should therefore cut me some slack. You can see the damage that was done by these passive-aggressive parental tortures.
Anyhoo, misery loves him some company so here ya go…
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