Thanks! Unfortunately, our jokes are funny only to me. On the inside, I am exactly like Pagliacci.
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Benny Profane from Pynchon's V
Oooh, I always thought somebody should be a Pynchon cover band. He's got songs all over the place. You'd have to call them The Paranoids, of course.
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Unfortunately, our jokes are funny only to me.
Ha ha! I sometimes think that too! (That my stuff is only funny to me..not to you.)
That my stuff is only funny to me..not to you.
It's more curse than blessing.
I have the lyrics to Isaiah Two-Four's band's big hit from Vineland permanently stuck in my head: "Fuck you, mister/ Fuck your sister/ Fuck your pop/ Hey! I'm a cop!"
And of course the great lawn-care-service jingle from that same book: "A lawn savant who'll lop a treee-ah / nobody beats Marquis de Sod!"
Man, now I need to take like a month off to reread Mason & Dixon. That's problematic, scheduling-wise.
Takeshi Fumimota and I have both written songs about Myrna Loy. It's meta-meta!
A bit tipsy while posting. Gig went very well. House rocked, friends saying kind friendy things, roof on fire. Wore suit, which was fashionable but sweltering. Lost ability to use pronouns.