- It’s Monday.
- She is a smurf.
- Sex thing?
- It’s a metaphor, man.
- Stella Blue because those pigs wouldn’t come out of their houses like she told them to.
- Tried treating her dermatitis with colloidal silver. (Look it up.)
- Member of the Fugate family of Kentucky. (Look that up, too.)
- Big Mets fan.
- Held her breath too long.
- Murdered by Jimmy “The Gent” Conway after the largest heist in American history, left in a meat freezer.
- Because Stella enjoys oral copulation, but doesn’t know how to conjugate verbs properly.
- She is Will Ferrell’s boy.
- It’s her last name.
- Because Hunter was alluding to a Wallace Stevens poem.
- Her man was a mean mis-treater, a liar and a cheater; you’d be blue, too.
- Clinical depression.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
Tag: stella blue
Begonias are scarlet,
Stella was blue.
I would pause Dark Star,
if you asked me to.
Feeling a certain melancholy (perhaps you noticed), I asked West Coast Adjunct Professor of the Boogie and umbrella-misplacer Mr. Completely to give me a particularly sad piece of music; he pointed me to the Stella Blue from 10/25/73 in Madison, and as usual, he nails it.
You could just skip to it. You won’t–can’t–not with the Dark Star’s spooooooooky-just-in-time-for-Halloween Tiger Jam, and then the opening chords of the Weather Report Suite come creeping up like tendrils of plant shoots, ivy on brick.
Life is short, life is short, life is short.
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