soapboxdiner

Ain't nobody feelin' no pain -- yet

Was it a dream last night, or a reality that I'm repressing, but last night I heard an Emo band doing Luckenbach, Texas. One of the kiddos, either mine or D00d's, singing along to it with great enthusiasm, reporting that, "This shit's bomb, yo."

No, no, no. This SONG is bomb, baby. This VERSION of this song, which is unapologetically shredding it up, is CRAP.

Come 'er 'n 'lemme tell you all the multitudinous ways I must now school you, child.

Now I have Waylon and Willie and the Boys on the brain.

** This episode brought to you by the letter C for crotchety old hag. Coming to a front porch near you. Probably with a fly swatter and a ear piercing, ball shriveling howl.

7:33 am - 01.12.09
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