Wednesday, August 11, 2004
"...a sexual calisthenics class"
Ladies and gentlemen, the new Lester Bangs: L. Brent Bozell III (it's true: good things come in threes) of the Parent's Television Council (by way of Salon.com1)has the 411 on all the hottest jams of the summer. And someone likes his DC post-punk, because J. Robbin's old band gets a shout-out:
Or that band named after the lethal toxin that got sent to Daschle. Ricin? Well, it's Burning Airlines, but what are facts worth these days? Nuttin'. Anyway, L. Brent's column is like the 106 & Park of conservative watchdog groups, playas ain't got nothin' on him. Like L. Brent once said concerning the Federal Marriage Amendment: "Don't hate the player, hate the game. And the game is anal sex."
I wonder what he thinks about my new song I sent him, "Milady, Sit on My Face."
1 Also in that part of Salon is a mention of a New York Daily News piece about Joe Namath drawing the interest of J. Edgar Hoover's FBI because Broadway Joe had "long hair, wore mod clothes and loved the ladies." If lovin' ladies is a federal offense, then consider my phone tapped, baby.
"Lean Back" comes from a rap group named Terror Squad, which probably should have thought about a new name after September 11. (Just ask the band formerly known as Burning Airplanes.)
Or that band named after the lethal toxin that got sent to Daschle. Ricin? Well, it's Burning Airlines, but what are facts worth these days? Nuttin'. Anyway, L. Brent's column is like the 106 & Park of conservative watchdog groups, playas ain't got nothin' on him. Like L. Brent once said concerning the Federal Marriage Amendment: "Don't hate the player, hate the game. And the game is anal sex."
I wonder what he thinks about my new song I sent him, "Milady, Sit on My Face."
1 Also in that part of Salon is a mention of a New York Daily News piece about Joe Namath drawing the interest of J. Edgar Hoover's FBI because Broadway Joe had "long hair, wore mod clothes and loved the ladies." If lovin' ladies is a federal offense, then consider my phone tapped, baby.