And then: "Shut up! It's Daddy, you shithead! Where's my bourbon?" That's just not like him.
Maybe it was the nebulizer. I'm just saying.
Semi-Factual Accounts of My Recent Past
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This recording was made with the utmost care and professionalism. Microphones were chosen and placed in the general vicinity of each instrument in order to capture the sonic characteristics of the music performed. Each instrument was tuned before and often during the recording sessions and arrangements were rehearsed or at least discussed.--the liner notes from Ben Folds Five's Whatever And Ever Amen
The lyrics or text were created to detract from the repetition inherent in modern instrumental pop music. Iambic pentameter was not always an option, however when possible, the last syllable of a line was manipulated in order to rhyme with the last syllable of the preceding line.
Finally, the best takes were chosen and the others were culled and thrown away or erased, otherwise this record could have easily been hundreds of hours long; much longer than the generally accepted running time of a modern commercial recording. Every measure was taken to keep this record mistake-free. The mixing engineer, Andy Wallace, who has mixd many top notch famous recording stars, often took the initiative and muted or "ducked" missed notes and unsavory textures.
The band and producer are confident that your money was well spent on an album relatively free of major sonic and musical problems.
This tasteless cover is a good indication of the lack of musical invention within. The musical growth of this band cannot even be charted. They are treading water in a sea of retarded sexuality and bad poetry.
To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness:--Deadeye Dick, Kurt Vonnegut
Watch out for life.
I have caught life. I have come down with life. I was a wisp of undifferentiated nothingness, and then a little peephole opened quite suddenly. Light and sound poured in. Voices began to describe me and my surroundings. Nothing they said could be appealed.
I was not necessarily a big fan of this song when it came out, or even years later when 80's rock started coming back to the radio. Second, I generally do not care for cover bands. Nevertheless, I totally rocked out when I heard a cover band play this song a couple of months ago at the Clarendon Grill. Now I can't stop listening to the original. Am I just nostalgic? Also, is that Will Ferrell playing guitar? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E82ozXyNjk&feature=related
My response:
I saw these guys live in ’83 at the Brendan Byrne Arena in Jersey in ’83. I am not even kidding. I had seventh row seats. I was there for the opening act, a band called Zebra, a Rush wanna-be group that had some moderate success during the nascent days of MTV (you know, back when they played videos). You can look them up on YouTube--their “hit” was “Who’s Behind the Door?”, and I used a lyric from it for my high school yearbook quote. I wish I was making even part of this up. Having been there, though, I can attest to the fact that women loved these guys. By the second half of the show the first twenty rows had essentially rushed the front of the stage. They would have stepped over their grandmother to catch a drop of sweat from the bass player. Totally incomprehensible in retrospect.