“Your taste in music sucks.”

This quote comes from Friday’s commenter ‘Jeff’, and to that I say, “yeah, probably.”
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Thankfully as proven by Lane, I am definitely not alone;

“Regarding the Evil Cycling Syndicate, I admit, I am very intrigued by the idea of increasing Satan’s exposure via bike.

Fear? Solid band. The fact that Lee Ving played “Mr. Body” in the film version of “Clue” is evidence, I say.

Metal? If Punk and Metal faced off in the Thunderdome, who would win? We all would.

Unrelated, but small victory of the day? Getting Crom onto my iPod, complete with cover art. Can one have enough “Conan the Barbarian” samples in a day? Despite what my wife says, I think not.
-L”

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The general sense of suck has even extended to Joe;

“In january of 2011, my goal is to send you something that gets published on your blog.
Here is something.”

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No.. Wait a second. I don’t care for Def Leppard.. But I love that flyer.

I would love it even more if someone called them simply to let them know of the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’.

So my taste in music sucks because ‘Jeff’ doesn’t care for what I happen to like. But if I like what ‘Jeff’ likes, thereby including that in my musical tastes, wouldn’t that would mean ‘Jeff’s’ taste in music sucks also?

It’s really all very confusing, and I would appreciate some clarification. Then again, my iPod has some songs that would make the the cracker-est of Boulderite frat boy and girl burst with pride, so maybe he is right.

At the end of the day, taste is relative. Say somebody especially enjoyed cliché tattoos, or dressing like a clown for example.. I wouldn’t pass judgement on them for that fact. I would simply let them live their lives as they brought smirks to all of the faces that they passed.

I would never disparage anyone for making others happy.

Associated with this point in almost no way in particular, Patrick sent this seasonal correspondence back when it was;

“My words cannot match this little girl’s words;
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-Pat”

She obviously knows something the rest of us do not.

Well, in other totally unrelated news, while engaged in a barrage of phone calls and text messages with Lanolin, who of course is the Ritte Van Vlanderingham head cheese, he made me an offer for a spicy meatball that I just can’t refuse. It seems as though he took pity on my woefully abused speed cycle and put wheels into motion seeing to it that before God’s vengeful hour glass comes smashing down on me and my sucky taste in music, it looks like I might be getting frisky with my very own steel Bosberg.

Tickled by this news I immediately shared with my friend Joe who happens to do vocal duties in doom metal favorites (unless you’re ‘Jeff’) The Worship of Silence, pictured here looking appropriately rocking;
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Responding in a short and sweet manner, as usual, Joe hit the nail on its head;

“Those things are too sexy. Yer gonna look like a gorilla humping a swan. Clearly you should just give it to me.”

Upon catching wind of this observation, which I may have replaced ‘humping’ with ‘raping’ Andy, The SkullKrusher and I all began batting visual aides around to one another;
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Unaware that Andy had already created this masterpiece, I took the vision in a different direction;
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As it turns out, The SkullKrusher was partial to the tiny gorilla, so I made steps to appease him as well;
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And there you have the fruits of an afternoon of email and Twitter exchanges regarding the possibility of a new bike.

Finally because I’ve been drinking, I will conclude today’s post with a message rom the good people at ‘Mousin’ Around’;
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Say what you will about me or my taste in music, but ain’t nothing sucks about that.
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6 thoughts on ““Your taste in music sucks.”

  1. I don’t keep up with the young people’s music much these days but I seem to remember that girl bands used to be prettier than those gals in Hanson. I guess they don’t make ‘em like they useter.
    BTW, suet-for-brains, your sizing chart for the wooly TransAm jersey is showing something like neck sizes or penis length where the chest sizes are supposed to be, at least that’s what it corresponded to on me – 17″, 18″, 19″, etc. I’d buy one if I could be convinced that I wasn’t buying a $160, red, long sleeved tube sock for my manhood – and that chart ain’t doin’ much convincin’, if’n y’know what I mean.

  2. Just went back and read Jeff’s comment. Scared of Gluecifer much little buddy? What about Jucifer? What about Juicy Fruit?
    I do have to say I appreciate his hardcore “street” attitude. He probably bought a gray and teal Globe fixed gear a few months ago and is now, like, totally rioting in the streets, taking shit over, and breaking the rear views of ill-parked Priuses the world over. Fight the power, El Jeffy!

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