allmusic guide recently gave me a write up about this song:
“In greatest blips, Bonk lays all of his chickens in one coop. It’s almost as if he is egging(get it?) the listener on, daring them to find repeat phrases and vocal melodies. The astute listener will find plenty, along with some obvious nods to Neil Young, America and forty years of the peace folk canon. All in all this is an average song, and is decidedly no “Gold Junk.” - leroy brownsmith at allmusic guide.
i took too much benadryl(one pill is too much i guess) last night and i feel like a zombie member of the lawrence welk orchestra.
speaking of: this may not be the best time to ask this, being that today’s song is exceptionally average, but i am in dire need of any and all donations. yasee, my loaner equipment is about to be a goner equipment. i really want to see this thing through. even a dollar or two would be amazing. the donate button is to the right. thanks in advance and thanks for listening even if you can’t spare anything. i sure know i can’t.
what animals do you think could conceivably be in a band? i think cats may be a bit too finnicky. maybe a really smart dog, like a border collie. barring that, a dolphin if we could waterproof the instrument somehow. monkeys could do it but big fucking whoop they are basically people already. what about a whole colony of ants that all work in unison to play righteous guitar solos?
where were you the night of the infamous oj simpson truck chase? I was at chili’s with my parents. or maybe bennigan’s. everyone in the restaurant crowded around this tiny television that was propped up on top of the bar, with looks of total and utter awe on their faces. ah, such an innocent time. somehow, in a weird way, i actually mean that.
once i signed an actual nda. it was for the stupidest thing ever. the legal equivalent of signing an nda for the fact that tooth brushes help with cleaning your teeth. still, because of this damned piece of paper, i can’t even tell you just how stupid it was! what a drag…i welcome any and all guesses.
well. here goes nothing. my tenth month. starting it off with a whimper instead of a bang but i have this cold, and um, there’s the divorce, and um, mortages and, um. yeah. well. there’s always the beginning of month eleven.
wednesday, september 30th - “the same thing i said before”
well. it’s the end of another month. i still have the mother of all colds. it may not be h1n1(that looks funny without caps,) but it could be it’s distant cousin. maybe it’s that fish flu kadafi was going on about. or maybe it was jeremy piven going on about that. i’m not sure.
hey. in better news. i’ve been featured as the “broke ass of the week” over at brokeass.com.
i never thought i’d get anything remotely resembling an award for my lack of real world skills. i am honored.
oddly enough, when i started working on this song i felt right as rain. as soon as i was done the nasty cold set in. life imitates art. ok, so i’m not exactly telling the truth. truths imitate lies. yaknow, sorta like the health care debate! da dum dum.
tastes great. less filling. taste the rockies. it won’t slow you down(that’s an odd one, considering that’s what beer does by scientific law.) how refreshing! how heinekin! fresh. smooth. real. it’s all here.
this photo gives new definition to that movie “air bud.” da dum dum. i’m here all night folks. don’t forget to tip your bartenders. you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here. wokka wokka wokka.
i don’t think “down and out in beverly hills” should be squeezed inbetween “karate kid ii” and “clash of the titans” like that. that middle one has foul language, and if i’m not mistaken, a drunken nick nolte.
monday, september 21st - “i don’t know where you are”
i like this little ditty. in other news, i am perilously close to getting my first ever check from google adsense. if only i had the number one searched website for the word “table” then i’d be on my 20th check by now.