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Answering the needs of Young People Today® and keeping up with their latest musical "fads" has always been high on th' IoF© agenda! So hold on to your seats, teens n' tweens! We're on a giddy goatcart ride to th' Old Indie Burial Ground with today's crest-o'-th'-zeitgeist post featuring the Nothing Painted Blues!
The Nothings, as their adoring fans affectionately call them, still get together when their busy schedules as corporate lawyers allow.
What sets these dudes apart from regliar indie landfill bands is weapons-grade intelligence and a sense of humor drier than a camel's nutsack. And they occasionally hit on a swell tune, too. So leave us pay our respects at th' Old Indie Burial Ground for The Nothings!
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This is a kind of belwether post: if you see nothing particularly weird or incomprehensible about it, consider yourself an our-type guy.
ReplyDeleteBut A Guy is still going to have to ax for the elpees - poor old Nancy Priddy (Doug Henning post) has to suffer the ignominy of joining Slayer in Th' Dumpster O' Doom© - the only albums nobody wants on the entire Isle!
I'm kind of conflicted by your litmus test, Farq. In its entirety, your graphic stirs no qualms in my admittedly ravaged psyche. Still, I must confess to feeling a little unstrung each time my eye compulsively wanders back to that tumescent, tuberous personage in the background. What on earth is he up to, anyway?
DeleteWho carrots?
DeleteWhy, that's me! I always dress as a root vegetable when visiting cemeteries.
DeleteAxing you nicely for the elpees.
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DeletePost time!
OK, I'll bite! The band name reminds me of one of my favorite jokes.
ReplyDeleteQ. What's blue and smells like red paint?
A. Blue paint.
Nothing Painted Blue might sound smarter than the average bear because their singer Franklin Bruno has a PhD in philosophy and is a former music critic to boot! I wouldn't be surprised if teaching philosophy and writing record reviews pay about the same.
DeleteI once dated a girl who had a twin.
People always asked me how I could tell them apart. Simple:
Jane paints her nails purple. John has a cock.
(One for th' filostofers!)
DeleteI grew up with identical twins named Amal and Juan. Their mom only carried one baby photo in her wallet. Because if you've seen Juan you've seen Amal.
You're here until when? What would you recommend from today's menu?
DeleteI got a million of 'em!
DeleteI lol'd and even smk ("slapped my knee")! Good stuff gents! In the cluttered crawlspace of unremembered rock critic allusions to "alternative rock" wordsmiths of the 90s, I always got this band tangled up with the "Red House Painters" and my mixed feelings about Mark Kozelek's work unfairly tainted my feelings towards both acts by extension, discouraging any effort that might have cleared up that confusion; so thanks for cleaning up some of that clutter and freeing this band's name in my mind from MK's dirty taint.
DeletePLEASE! Just stop it now!
ReplyDeleteWhat did one hooker's knee say to the other?
DeleteWe should get together sometime.
Speaking of hooked.
DeleteThese guys are good!
Listened to "A Baby, A Blanket, A Packet of Seeds" on my morning run. Listen to "Power Trips Down Lover's Lane" as I type this.
Great hooks, and fun cerebral lyrics, what's not to like?