Ah, here's one now...
Randy (not his real name) was a football hotshot back when we were in high school together. I didn't have any classes with him, so I hardly remember even talking to him. However, unlike a lot of guys on the team, football wasn't everything in his life; what he really cared about was making music. Granted, it really wasn't the kind of music that did anything for me or anyone from a blue state, but he loved just singing and strumming an acoustic guitar. I think he maybe played something at a talent show one year, but if so, it made so little an impression on me as to as be completely forgotten. |
Randy's still pushing this crap on everyone, and even the record companies aren't interested. Granted, I have nothing against Randy now anymore than I did back then, but seriously, this country shit has got to stop. He seems like he's still a nice enough guy, so I guess no one wants to tell him this to his face. As a result, he'll likely throw away another couple decades basking in the glow of polite applause with scattered showers of genuine enthusiasm from a few die hards and groupies. Unless he's an environmental terrorist for a living in his day job, the world would be better served if he abated the noise pollution and concentrated on something even remotely constructive instead. |
Randy,Enough.
Sincerely,
-Taste.
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