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But they should never have taken the very best.
One : Jumped over to Greg's BLARG and noticed a link to Nude as the News, a nice little online magazine I used to check every day in my "nothing to do but surf the web days"***1***. So I get there, and notice they have a little Top 100 of the 90's feature. I decide to check it out, and then my draw jops***2***. My top four, or at least 4 out of my top 10, are on the list. At Number 86 (!!!)Sugar's Copper Blue; at number 75 (!!!!!!!!!!)Jeff Buckley's Grace; At number 59 (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)Wilco's Being There; and at number 44(!!)Uncle Tupelo's No Depression. Now I believe strongly in people's opinion, as long as it is somewhat close to the truth***3***, but the fact that Grace isn't in the top 10 is a disgrace***4*** and a direct reflection on the not-so-goodness of the poll. Now, they can make mistakes, and that's fine. But listen to this. At number 54, a full 5 spots above Wilco's perfection, 21 spots above Mr. Buckley's shining work; and a miserable 32 spots above Sugar's agressive pop beauty: 311's Grassroots. Someone smoked a lot of pot and dug derivative garbage in the early 90's, and now wants to make sure that time wasn't wasted listening to something not worth putting on their top 100 list. A confession: I saw 311 in concert once. With Cypress Hill. The ticket was free, and the guy who drove let us drink St. Ides Special Brew out of gatorade bottles in his back seat***5***. When I got there I nearly threw up from all the gauge smoke***6*** and the overwhelming no bathing rules of dirty hippie/suburban gangsta gangsta masses. In other words, I hate 311. And there is NO WAY that this album is better than, say, anything Jimmy eat world has ever put out. But I can guarantee you won't see any Jimmy eat world on this list. You will see them, however, on Craig Kilbourn on Monday August 13th, a month and a day before their invisible show at the metro with an invisible band playing invisible songs running the full gammet of their invisible MP3's/Album.
Two: Destiny's Child are not good. Stop letting the radio floozies fool you. That new song, I belive it's called "boobyliscious", is an abomination against good taste. Those girls are as fake as this here Gold Watch, which I can sell to you for a mere 200 dollars. And then there's that ocean front property in Arizona***7***... Liking D-Bag-Child will be comparable to liking Milli Vanilli in ten years. Girl you know it's true.
Three: Still planning on going to the Pernice Brothers show by myself next friday. IT's a ten o'clock p.m. show at schubas, yer ticket'll be free, and you get Clem Snide for an opening act. Beat it.
The next five songs on yer radio in a perfect world would be: "the night they drove old dixie down (live)" by the band; "don't tell me to stop" by madonna***8***; "car" by built to spill; that ours song on MTV2 which i can't decide if I like or not and would like to hear again; and "stepping stone" by paul revere and the raiders.
in the stereo: Snatch.
***1***Which I remember fondly, oh so long ago.
***2***Jaw drops.
***3***Which, I suppose, means I don't really respect yer opinion unless it's sorta like mine.
***4***Ha. Hmm. Ha....
***5***He stayed sober, of course. We here don't condone....
***6***40's slang for ganja, or pot for you lay(wo)men.
***7***In the parlance of Marcie's time, MARK IT as the first George Strait reference on this here BLARG. Actually, the girl above him blasts George Strait all day, so it's really not, but....
But they should never have taken the very best.
One : Jumped over to Greg's BLARG and noticed a link to Nude as the News, a nice little online magazine I used to check every day in my "nothing to do but surf the web days"***1***. So I get there, and notice they have a little Top 100 of the 90's feature. I decide to check it out, and then my draw jops***2***. My top four, or at least 4 out of my top 10, are on the list. At Number 86 (!!!)Sugar's Copper Blue; at number 75 (!!!!!!!!!!)Jeff Buckley's Grace; At number 59 (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)Wilco's Being There; and at number 44(!!)Uncle Tupelo's No Depression. Now I believe strongly in people's opinion, as long as it is somewhat close to the truth***3***, but the fact that Grace isn't in the top 10 is a disgrace***4*** and a direct reflection on the not-so-goodness of the poll. Now, they can make mistakes, and that's fine. But listen to this. At number 54, a full 5 spots above Wilco's perfection, 21 spots above Mr. Buckley's shining work; and a miserable 32 spots above Sugar's agressive pop beauty: 311's Grassroots. Someone smoked a lot of pot and dug derivative garbage in the early 90's, and now wants to make sure that time wasn't wasted listening to something not worth putting on their top 100 list. A confession: I saw 311 in concert once. With Cypress Hill. The ticket was free, and the guy who drove let us drink St. Ides Special Brew out of gatorade bottles in his back seat***5***. When I got there I nearly threw up from all the gauge smoke***6*** and the overwhelming no bathing rules of dirty hippie/suburban gangsta gangsta masses. In other words, I hate 311. And there is NO WAY that this album is better than, say, anything Jimmy eat world has ever put out. But I can guarantee you won't see any Jimmy eat world on this list. You will see them, however, on Craig Kilbourn on Monday August 13th, a month and a day before their invisible show at the metro with an invisible band playing invisible songs running the full gammet of their invisible MP3's/Album.
Two: Destiny's Child are not good. Stop letting the radio floozies fool you. That new song, I belive it's called "boobyliscious", is an abomination against good taste. Those girls are as fake as this here Gold Watch, which I can sell to you for a mere 200 dollars. And then there's that ocean front property in Arizona***7***... Liking D-Bag-Child will be comparable to liking Milli Vanilli in ten years. Girl you know it's true.
Three: Still planning on going to the Pernice Brothers show by myself next friday. IT's a ten o'clock p.m. show at schubas, yer ticket'll be free, and you get Clem Snide for an opening act. Beat it.
The next five songs on yer radio in a perfect world would be: "the night they drove old dixie down (live)" by the band; "don't tell me to stop" by madonna***8***; "car" by built to spill; that ours song on MTV2 which i can't decide if I like or not and would like to hear again; and "stepping stone" by paul revere and the raiders.
in the stereo: Snatch.
***1***Which I remember fondly, oh so long ago.
***2***Jaw drops.
***3***Which, I suppose, means I don't really respect yer opinion unless it's sorta like mine.
***4***Ha. Hmm. Ha....
***5***He stayed sober, of course. We here don't condone....
***6***40's slang for ganja, or pot for you lay(wo)men.
***7***In the parlance of Marcie's time, MARK IT as the first George Strait reference on this here BLARG. Actually, the girl above him blasts George Strait all day, so it's really not, but....
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