Yes, subscribers, after a week on mind-altering drugs, listening to nothing but country rock albums, Richard "Call me Dickey!" Deacon is a life-long convert to the popular musical genre!
"Yessiree Bob!" he said yesterday from his bivouac high on th' Isle O' Foam's© dormant yet rumbling volcano, "Can't get me enough of that country rock! And I'll be featuring scads of it right here in my regular feature, Country Rock Cavalcade! Uh - where is right here, apparently?"
Today's offering, courtesy Foamster Hazy Dave, is Wilderness Road's sphincter-shrivelingly rare second album, which isn't really country rock at all, but their first was, so here it is again, as well, also, too, in addition. Plus. Again.
(Incidentally, blogger has totally fucked everything up with its "new, improved" interface. I can no longer add captions at the correct small size, just the same size as the text. And a host of other "features" as welcome as a swarm of hornets.)
Join Dickey Deacon in his lava-warmed bivouac by passing the following test:
ReplyDeleteWithout prior preparation, speak in a coherent sequence of words for a minimum of one minute without using any words that include the letter A (or a). This can be done, subscribers! (Obviously, you'll have to type rather than speak, but remember the answer must last over a minute when spoken). (Rather confusingly, you can tell us how you'd do this in one word.)
Give up yet?
ReplyDeleteStutter
ReplyDeleteIn a fair and just universe, where imagination amd creativity are rewarded, you would be proclaimed the winner and carried aloft on the shoulders of a bevy of bikini babes around the Isle O' Foam©. As it is, you will be sneered at and shunned, and your name will be uttered as a curse from the mouths of the uncouth and shirtless.
DeleteHow about the uncouth and hatless?
ReplyDeleteWould you mind repeating that?
DeleteHow about the uncouth and hatless?
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteWe might not like this test of our collective wit and wisdom. You might see us rise up; the results will not be to your liking. Resist now, for the good of the whole, or you will be like the horde of mongrels that we detest so much.
ReplyDeleteOkayokayokay awready.
ReplyDeleteReady? I'll start talking ... "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven ..." See? They're words in a coherent sequence, and you can keep counting for a long time without using a word containing an A. So the single-word answer to "how would you do this?" is "count."
Alrighty,smart man. What happens when you get to aight? Huh?
ReplyDeleteD'oh!
DeleteI'd comment, but I'm still looking for my Richard Deacon-appreciating 3-D glasses, last used for the eclipse that led to my blindness to most falsehoods.
ReplyDeleteMight I make so bold as to say at this point how mellifluous it is that the Isle O'Foam© is graced by your pulchritude of feminosity. Ms. Nancy?
DeleteIn spite of the lamentable performance of th' Four Or Five Guys An' One Dame© I cannot find it in me heart to deprive the diaspora of this swell dual helping of popular music.
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O.K., yeah, I'm late at the gate, as usual, but...
ReplyDelete". . . in one word . . . "?
Howsa 'bout three?
G@ck. H@ck. @ck!!!
I wouldn't like to renege on the dues due for this generous helping of down-home country stew (i.e. "slop") so even though I'm behind schedule per my wobbly wont, here's my run-on sentence (or is it?) in settlement of debt to this evening's guest contributor, he of given moniker not unlike my own; in the one word sum requested by our most benevolent host "derrrrrr"
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