Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
I still remember the first time I heard this song from the shitty radio of my sky-blue Chevy Corsica; I was living in Los Angeles and driving west towards the ocean on Melrose, deep in East Hollywood.
You couldn’t look things up back then, not immediately, and for the rest of the day I walked around thinking that Johnette Napolitano from Concrete Blonde and Dolly Parton had just produced the single of the year.
Soup, get out of there.
“Heeeey, man.”
You’re living in Further?
“I’m not living here, man.”
Good.
“Just staying for a little bit, man.”
Not as good. Is this thing the original bus?
“You know those Japanese temples that have been there for a thousand years, and they’ve burned down and been rebuilt five times, but yet are still the same temple, man?”
Yes.
“Like that, man.”
Tour’s over soon, Soup. What are you doing this fall?
“Volunteering, man. Going out with Hillary, man.”
Yeah?
“She’s not liberal enough for me, but a presidential campaign’s got a shitload of buses, man.”
Practical thinking.
More effort was put into this poster than the last few, it seems, but I dunno. What do you think?
Also: if you run into a man dressed as a Tree Octopus, then that is Portland’s Protector, Mr. Completely. He will not be attending the show tonight, so running into him means you have broken into his house, and please don’t do that.
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