All I know is that I don't know.
All I know is that I don't know nuthin'.



Links and whatnot

Blogs and Friends
Preacherman
Johnny Payphone
Mr. Nosuch
Teresa Strickland
radiohodgepodge
Just Cheap Dirt
xpurple
Fairly Crass
Babble Book
Staircase Wit
Pezman
Jack Jackson's Dirty Pictures 2000
Jgrrl's LJ
lfirebrand

Funny, yet true
The Onion
Modern Humorist
Something Awful
X-Entertainment
Seanbaby
What's Better?
Homestar Runner
Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog
Get Your War On
Maakies
A Softer World

News and stuff
Plastic
Google News

Movies
IMDb
Roger Ebert
Cinema Confidential
Rotten Tomatoes

Music and Art
Pitchfork
They Might Be Giants
Bongwater Taffy
Rate Your Music
Rocket From The Crypt
The All Music Guide
2.13.61 Publishing
Tha Friendly Gangstaz Committee
The Wooster Collective
Star City Scene
OLGA
The Terminals
oh my god
The Zyklon Bees
Strawberry Burns
Lone Prairie Records
eagle*seagull

Genuinely Useful Stuff
The Straight Dope
Adbusters
SpamCop
Pandamail
h2g2
Download.com
Analog X
The Free World
Pilonidal.org



Oral Sex Donations Accepted

Mail me
AIM: RawkStah
My Profile
My MySpace Space



HOME

Archives:

This page is powered by Blogger. Why isn't yours?

Get Firefox!
Thursday, May 27, 2004
A SHORT PLAY

Dramatis Personae:
Grant (me)
Mike (not me)

Setting: Knickerbocker's in Lincoln

Grant: Why didn't you tell me these guys were a jam band?
Mike: I've never heard them before. Besides, they're not a jam band. They're jazz-rock fusion.
Grant: I stand corrected. It's still terrible.

FIN!

OK -- for the record, I don't like jam bands, or jazz-rock fusion, or any of that other type music. Yes, you can all play your instruments very well. Better than I ever will. But, you don't need to put every chord you know in every song you write. It sounds sterile. Like a mule is sterile -- it doesn't make me feel like going out and creating my own stuff. In fact, it saps all creativity out of me. It does not make me want to dance or be happy or any of that. It does nothing for me. Not all of it enrages me. Really, the only enraging band I've encountered is the Dave Matthews Band. They cause me physical pain. And, even if it DID make me want to dance, you wouldn't want to see it. Think Joe Cocker having a seizure. It's that bad. It's not like Elaine dancing on "Seinfeld", cuz I do have rhythm. The problem is, while most people dance with their hips and whatnot, I dance with everything but my hips. I stand there and twitch, pounding the beat on my chest and legs. It's the dumbest thing you've ever seen.





Comments by: YACCS