You gotta admit that playing both a traditional song and an original tune based on that traditional song (in which you get all the details incorrect) is a pretty fucking baller move.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
You gotta admit that playing both a traditional song and an original tune based on that traditional song (in which you get all the details incorrect) is a pretty fucking baller move.

Precarious?
“Yo.”
Why?
“Which part?”
All of it.
“Drummers wanted to be up front.”
Why did you let them?
“Why would I care? They wanna set up in the bathroom, I’ll set ’em up in the bathroom.”
What about Phil?
“What about him?”
Why is he all the way in the back?
“He was feeling anti-social today.”
Sure. Precarious?
“Yeah?”
Is there any security at all?
“Now there is. Shitloads of it.”
What about in 1970 when the picture was taken?
“Yeah, no. No security at all. Concept didn’t exist. You hoped that the kids were too fucked up to riot, and the road crew punched stagehoppers. That was it.”
The good old days.
“The old days.”
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