I believe that, as a society and a culture, we have progressed beyond certain more savage tendencies. We no longer resolve matters of small debts with axes to the face. Instead we take them to Judge Judy who merely looks like an axe to the face. We do not today believe we can test a witch by seeing if she floats. Instead we now understand that ghosts talk to us through the static on our televisions. In short, we have evolved.
So with this realization, can we all agree that the value of an album is defined by the quality of the music, not by how many of its possible 70 minutes are filled. Can we all come together and say, in unison, that putting 23 minutes of crickets or highway noises at the end of your CD doesn't make it better. It makes it worse.
It makes me look up and realize that the reason I can hear the annoying guy in the next cube wheeze into the phone like a torn bagpipe is because I've been listening to your stupid filler track for the last 5 minutes. And, because we have not evolved quite that much, it makes me want to take an axe to your GOD DAMNED FACE!!!
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I'll buy dinner for the first person who can tell me how to make this play every time my computer boots.
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Deb is making black eyed peas and greens. A couple days late, but
still as lucky.
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