I’m not going to apologise for it, but I will warn you that this post contains some unusually lurid language, paired with both religious imagery and Harmonia Mundi albums, so if you hold either of those things to be particularly sacred, you might want to give this one a miss. You’ve been warned.
Have you ever noticed how all the people in oil paintings look like assholes?
I really don’t see why you’re being so uptight about this. Your mother has needs too.
How do you like my new axe? Yeah. Sure. As a personal influence, John Mayer’s certainly somebody I look up to, but musically I aspire to something a bit heavier, you know? Oh, hey. I bet you’ve never heard Stairway on a 15-string. Oh yeah. No. Wait. I’ll get it. Just…
No. No. Wait. Wait. You guys… I remember it now. You have to watch Dark Side of the Moon backwards while you listen to the Wizard of Oz forwards. That’s it. This time I’m sure. Hey. Are you going to share those brownies?
I’m 46 years old, wearing this stupid fucking hat and working in a theme park. I had a goddamn scholarship. A full ride. I was gonna be somebody. How did it go so wrong, so fast?