Thursday, November 24, 2005

Going shithouse

I'd like an explanation regarding James Taylor – namely, how the hell did he get famous? His music has always been soporific drivel aimed squarely at paunchy L.L. Bean shoppers, even when he was flying high on the china-white. If dope can't make your music any better, time to quit then luv? Eh wot?!

I bet you're thinking, "Hey Scurry, it's easy to go after washed-out folkie pop-detritus. Why don't you drag something REALLY weighty and consequential into the No Spin Zone." Well, wait for my future post, "Why King Gyanandra of Nepal Should Swallow 85 Condoms Full of Chlorox and Then Get Punched About the Abdomen For An Hour's Time."