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Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Blues Flute Is For Little Fairy Boys
Via simels, the chardonnay-sipping elitist bastard who's taken over PowerPop like kudzu on meth:
That's right, Tony Snow can't tap dance to save his life when asked simple questions about politically-motivated firings, but he can TOTALLY FUCKING JAM on the flute, man.
HEEEEEEYYY, AQUALUNG!
ntodd
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Posted by: watertiger | Mar 21, 2007 5:29:36 PM
I'm gonna punch you in the ovary.
Posted by: NTodd | Mar 21, 2007 6:39:29 PM
I can imagine blues flute sounding great, but that ain't great. I gave it a chance, but that dude ain't got no blues in his soul.
Posted by: Scooter | Mar 21, 2007 10:30:21 PM
He's almost as good as the homeless guy on the corner who can't play very well, either.
Posted by: Lesley | Mar 22, 2007 4:19:44 AM
Man, Snow is a snow-white honky, indeed. He hasn't a blue note in his body. His flute blows as much meaningless hot air as his blathering pressers.
Posted by: lea-p | Mar 22, 2007 10:58:58 AM
that dude ain't got no blues in his soul.
BZzzzzzt! Faulty Premise.
He has no soul.
Posted by: Molly Ivors | Mar 22, 2007 11:33:15 AM
There is really no argument here. Mr. Mayo on Wonder Bread has neither any blues nor a soul. That is almost as excruciating as watching rich suburban white kids playing at being rap ganstas.
Posted by: DrDick | Mar 25, 2007 3:50:56 PM
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Everythin', everythin', everytin's gonna be alright this mornin'
Ooh yeah, whoaw
Now when I was a young repiblican, at the age of twenty-five
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But now I'm a man, way past 41
Want you to believe me baby,
I had lot's of fun
I'm an ass
I spell aaa, aaa child, sss
That represents ass
No B, O child, Y
That mean fratish boy
I'm a boy
I'm a full grown rethuglic-boy
I'm a boy
I'm a natural born spokes boy
I'm a boy
I'm a rollin' stone
I'm a boy
I'm a creepy crawly boy
All you little girls,
sittin'out at that line
I can make love to you woman,
for nearly five minutes time
Ain't that a rethuglican
I spell ccc, aaa child, nnn
That represents can
sit on my can
Posted by: kris kitchns | Mar 25, 2007 4:02:43 PM
Band: "What do you want to do?"
Snow: "I don't know, just play something bluesy and we'll riff on it"
No. Repetoire.
Always a killer, 'cos it means you have to be able to follow and jam - making a noise that might not even be in the same key or tempo doesn't count.
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