|Adam Duritz IS Chuck Barris.
||[Feb. 28th, 2005|02:14 am]
The American Caliban
I'm sorry for just posting mindless pictures. I'm dazed & confused. Brilliant prose to return soon.|
Christ, he reminds me of guys I would have ill-advised one-night stands with back when I was truly "college aged".
They were usually crap in bed. And their bedrooms smelled like goat.
2005-03-01 10:12 am (UTC)
quatrociento y veinte
"It seems that rather than reviving the revolutionary spirit of folk music, the industry has finally decided to cash in on the buying power of a major college-age demographic: the infuriating hemp-necklaced Abercrombie-clad faux-surfer bastards who are always raising their hands in your Spanish class and asking how to say “four twenty” as a means of pandering for high-fives to the retarded clones they consider friends. Who else but these idiotic, cultureless half-wits would be caught dead listening to somebody as unabashedly un-cool as Jack Johnson, or worse yet, the fish-faced Dave Matthews homunculus John Mayer?"
-- Something Awful: Your Band Sucks
My first thought, as I assume was everyone's, was "Sideshow Bob."
I found myself strangely and totally attracted to him last night.
My friends and I discussed the matter, and concluded that hte only possible explanation for his continued existence is that he is an extremely good lover. Also, who could kill a Fraggle in cold blood?
Bob Hoskins! Fuck, that can't really be him out of Counting Crows! Fuck, Counting Crows can't still be going!
"Has anyone seen my cigarillos?
"Doh- They are on the dude from that band that sounds like Klesmer meets ass!"