Coldplay

[pink]

more syrup please

[kevbone]

Counting crows is the worst of the listed bands. I want to puke when I hear them on the radio......

[pink]

Ever try yelling "show us yer tits!" in Seattle? Yeah, give that one a shot and see what happens.

 

Exactly. Some lesbo's gonna bare her saggies, then bludgeon you to death with them.

 

 

lesbos don't have tits otherwise they'd like guy, i mean guy's would like them

[tvashtarkatena]

Hugh's gonna get positively scabby over this one:

 

[pink]

i used to play for the allman bros

[gertlush]

For the benefit of those born after 1950 and who do not listen to AM radio...who exactly are the Allman brothers?

[tvashtarkatena]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[pink]

it's a candy bar

[pink]

[denalidave]

Hugh's gonna get positively scabby over this one:

 

Not a huge fan a the Nuge-Dude but I hear he used to climb like a madman.

[pink]

ted nugent used to climb?

[Stefan]

cold play has always sucked

 

right now I am into Finger Eleven, not bad

[tvashtarkatena]

Once upon a time, there was a world without iPhones, iPods, iTunes...basically, no words began with the letter 'i'. People weren't glued to stupid fucking little electronic trinkets transmitting useless bits of digital diahrea (sp? I should look that up on the web) 24/7, nor could they have, because stupid fucking corporate-speak phrases like '24/7' didn't exist. People hated corporations, because they knew that corporations were the souless, pillaging, raping machines that they really are.

 

Needless to say, people had a lot more free time to do the few things that were available to them: swim, drink, fuck, and dance poorly (no salsa lessons). They needed music to do this by, and that's where the Allman Brothers came in.

 

Now, you might say we live in a richer, more varied world. The Daily Show on the internet, belgian barley wines, hand crafted cigarettes. Back then, nobody gave a shit about being hipper than the next person, which is a good thing, because everybody looked like they'd just been winched out of a ditch, which, oftentimes, wasn't too far off. No, back then people used to fuck on the first date, hell, before the first date...in fact, most people never got to the dating stage at all. Life may have been disfunctional, but it was not overly complicated. Basically, the main objective was to have a hell of a good time...and try to survive the following, puke streaked morning. The main objective of today's existence...can anyone tell me what the fuck the point of today's existence is? And there in lies my point. With the Allman Brothers, you always knew where you stood. You didn't have some limp, pasty worm trying to "invoke a feeling" or preach about how difficult his trips to Hollywood have become for him. No, you were either walking down a beautiful country road in the sunshine, probably because your beater ran out of gas, thinking about your beautiful woman, or you were being squirted out of your mama's crotch in the back of a Greyhound rollin' down Highway 41, which, from the sounds of it, isn't exactly a Scenic Byway. Life back then was uninsulated in that way: your brother just got his balls shot off by the Viet Cong, your beer was warm, your jeans were full of holes and grease, and not on purpose, and your beater was out of gas.

 

The Noah's flood of bullshit of today's "information world" has left us holding a pinky above bullshit-sea level bubbling 'stop' from our pierced, collagened, botoxed lips. Today's is a Comfort Society. It's all about not being exposed to the natural harshness of the universe. The aforementioned bands represent that attempt to overcomplicate what should not be complicated at all. The Allman Brothers represent the other end of that spectrum. Music straight from the heart, the balls, and an empty gas tank. No frills, pure joy, and, occasionally, bad luck.

 

Hope this helps.

Edited June 26, 2008 by tvashtarkatena

[pink]

Once upon a time, there was a world without iPhones, iPods, iTunes...basically, no words began with the letter 'i'. People weren't glued to stupid fucking little electronic trinkets transmitting useless bits of digital diahrea (sp? I should look that up on the web) 24/7, nor could they have, because stupid fucking corporate-speak phrases like '24/7' didn't exist. People hated corporations, because they knew that corporations were the souless, pillaging, raping machines that they really are.

 

Needless to say, people had a lot more free time to do the few things that were available to them: swim, drink, fuck, and dance poorly (no salsa lessons). They needed music to do this by, and that's where the Allman Brothers came in.

 

Now, you might say we live in a richer, more varied world. The Daily Show on the internet, belgian barley wines, hand crafted cigarettes. Back then, nobody gave a shit about being hipper than the next person, which is a good thing, because everybody looked like they'd just been winched out of a ditch, which, oftentimes, wasn't too far off. No, back then people used to fuck on the first date, hell, before the first date...in fact, most people never got to the dating stage at all. Life may have been disfunctional, but it was not overly complicated. Basically, the main objective was to have a hell of a good time...and try to survive the following, puke streaked morning. The main objective of today's existence...can anyone tell me what the fuck the point of today's existence is? And there in lies my point. With the Allman Brothers, you always knew where you stood. You didn't have some limp, pasty worm trying to "invoke a feeling" or preach about how difficult his trips to Hollywood have become for him. No, you were either walking down a beautiful country road in the sunshine, probably because your beater ran out of gas, thinking about your beautiful woman, or you were being squirted out of your mama's crotch in the back of a Greyhound rollin' down Highway 41, which, from the sounds of it, isn't exactly a Scenic Byway. Life back then was uninsulated in that way: your brother just got his balls shot off by the Viet Cong, your beer was warm, your jeans were full of holes and grease, and not on purpose, and your beater was out of gas.

 

The Noah's flood of bullshit of today's "information world" has left us holding a pinky above bullshit-sea level bubbling 'stop' from our pierced, collagened, botoxed lips. Today's is a Comfort Society. It's all about not being exposed to the natural harshness of the universe. The aforementioned bands represent that attempt to overcomplicate what should not be complicated at all. The Allman Brothers represent the other end of that spectrum. Music straight from the heart, the balls, and an empty gas tank. No frills, pure joy, and, occasionally, bad luck.

 

Hope this helps.

7PENBU3lrpE

[Dechristo]

 

The Noah's flood of bullshit...

Hope this helps.

 

yours is a mighty current.

 

 

and, though your lampoon is entertaining, you are spectacularly ignorant of the last four decades of music history...make that "music generally". Ya Mick tin ear.

[ALLCAPS]

MATERIAL SUBSTANCE IS NEVER PERCEIVED, ONLY PROPERTIES OR QUALITIES ARE PERCEIVED, AND ONLY THESE PERCEPTIONS HAVE REALITY.

[Dechristo]

as in the property of allcaps

[ALLCAPS]

I GOTS MAD PROPERTY, YO

[tvashtarkatena]

7PENBU3lrpE

 

Never went for these guys much. As a Californian, I couldn't really relate to being pissed off because the South lost the Civil War. The Allman Brothers seemed to skip all the Southern Man bullshit and just get down to the timeless folk/country themes. Plus, they didn't overuse the letter 'y' in their band name.

 

Anyone else notice that DeChristo's gotten a lot dumber and a whole lot more boring and repetitive? Stroke maybe?

[pink]

it just seemed to fit your redneck rant

[Dechristo]

I've noticed

[ALLCAPS]

WELL ONE THING I'VE NOTICED IS THAT THERE ARE A LOT OF DUMBASSES ON THIS SITE. NOT THAT THAT IS A BAD THING OF COURSE.

[pink]

[ALLCAPS]

WELL IN SOME CASES, PERHAPS

[tvashtarkatena]

Recreation ranting only, but it did serve the purpose of depriving Hugh of some oxygen.

 

And remember everyone, if you don't like Coldplay, you know nothing about the last four decades of music. Speaking of oxygen deprivation, it's a shame the medics didn't get to DeChristo in time to save his frontal lobe.

 

Or not.

Edited June 26, 2008 by tvashtarkatena