But Robert, what about this ingenious transposition?I was never a fan of new country, but this is the most skeevy performance I've ever heard. You just don't do something like this. It's cheap and indefensible.
But Robert, what about this ingenious transposition?I was never a fan of new country, but this is the most skeevy performance I've ever heard. You just don't do something like this. It's cheap and indefensible.
That was awesome!But Robert, what about this ingenious transposition?
You know, for someone without a musical bone in his body, you sure are heavily opinionated!Ugh, nobody should try to do Johnny Cash. He's the top of the heap. And yeah, the introduction of Led Zeppelin riffs make it doubly worse.
Geez Bob, l was hoping you would appreciate how someone had the musical vision to seamlessly meld two dissimilar tunes together.Ugh, nobody should try to do Johnny Cash. He's the top of the heap. And yeah, the introduction of Led Zeppelin riffs make it doubly worse.
I apologize Scott. I would have never made such a vulgar remark if I'd known in advance that you really liked that song.Geez Bob, l was hoping you would appreciate how someone had the musical vision to seamlessly meld two dissimilar tunes together.
If the no-talent, dope-smoking Grateful Dead did it, I'd bet you'd like it.
Apology accepted. Hippy.I apologize Scott. I would have never made such a vulgar remark if I'd known in advance that you really liked that song.
Whoa, I see somebody was feeling superior last night. One or two drinks over the line Gabe? I have to admit though, it's good get a glimpse of what you REALLY feel about me.You know, for someone without a musical bone in his body, you sure are heavily opinionated!
Bob, I love ya even though you can't carry a tune in a bucket and even though you lack self-awareness. My dog meets those descriptors too, and I still love him.Whoa, I see somebody was feeling superior last night. One or two drinks over the line Gabe? I have to admit though, it's good get a glimpse of what you REALLY feel about me.
Oh, piling on I see. I don't understand why you point out perceived faults in others in public. I know I can't sing, and I can't recall ever singing in front of you. I won't adress this 'lack of self-awareness' diagnosis of yours. I've never had that tagged on me, and I'm comfortable with who I am, and I'm always trying to improve my relations with other people.Bob, I love ya even though you can't carry a tune in a bucket and even though you lack self-awareness. My dog meets those descriptors too, and I still love him.
Okay, let's start over then:You know, for someone without a musical bone in his body, you sure are heavily opinionated!
Nobody invited you to comment on my comment. You take that on yourself, so you have to stand up for it. Don't dish it out if you can't take it. Are you feeling scoured ?That's better.
If you can't handle the heat, stay out of the kitchen, pal. Any disco tunes you'd like to share?
Novel!As a distraction from the little fracas going on above, and to celebrate the fact that I successfully snared two beavers this trapping season, I am attaching one of my favorite Primus songs.
If anyone can play a bass guitar at this speed and with such fire, please raise your hand.
Nobody invited you to comment on my comment. You take that on yourself, so you have to stand up for it. Don't dish it out if you can't take it. Are you feeling scoured ?
I don't think I've ever heard that tune.Here's one for you, Bob:
Sorry, Scott.