This is a lost show from, fuck, I dunno, 2004 or so--the framing structure is Evil Susie takes me out for her idea of a good time.
And ohhhh, I had forgotten how truly HORRIBLE this shit is!!! There's an opening parody song that mocks the genre and sets the tacky mylared stage for an ear-twisting pageant of unknown bar bands from all over the fuckin' where--hack musicians and broke session men who travelled around doing the circuit, drinking and drugging and fucking their way through midwestern hellholes and southern shitpits, chasing the big time which, for readily apparent reasons, continued to elude them. Hopeful starstuck deluniacs of dubious talent performing under the suspended ceilings of Rodeway Inn lounges, living the limited dream of banging drunk broads and selling them vanity albums that they sold from gig to gig out of their trunks. And then those broads died and their kids dumped the records at the thrift store, where they fell into my hands.
Heh heh heh.
It's a roster of greatness. From the wrong direction...
You'll stare in outraged bafflement at your stereo as you hear the disco-era attempts of the totally unfunky TrebleAires flicking their musical boogers on "Boogie Oogie Oogie." There's the smarmy Pacific Rim charms of the Laughing Kahunas, a bunch of assorted horndog asian guys who could pass for Hawaiian--they do "Cabaret" and then engage in some painful banter. Then a trio of two beardo guys and a chick in polyester named Trilogy do a long-ass Emerson Lake & Palmer thing that the singer can't reach. And the worst of all, a two teenage brothers and their little sister (from Marietta, no less) doing a version of "Best of My Love" that'll curdle the milk in the mamacat's tits, so move her away from the speakers, Tater. It's got some serious souring power.
This show's got a baaaaad "My Way," too. And there are even a couple versions of "Aquarius" thrown in, just for the PTSD set.
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Who's "Bob" you ask? What's Slack, you ask? What's next, you're gonna ask what FUN is??? Pull your head out of your nether-regions and put it in Susie's, as she's ready to wash your brain with that secret blend of hypgnotic collages and grade-A bulldada that you'll need to survive these New Dark Ages.
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