WTF: First Nick Drake And Now This...
I was sitting on the couch multitasking (writing sassy girlie article while watching Oprah sipping a nip of pre-dinner Riesling) when my ears perked up to There Goes The Sun by The Pernice Brothers on the teevee. I was intrigued. There she was, a tall kinda stylish statuesque woman walking down the street lookin' good and feelin' good. Flirtin' with the guy in the newsstand.
Turns out it was a fucking Sears commercial!
When I saw that, I literally yelped. Cat and laptop flew up in the air. I was shocked. Shockedshockedshocked. Why is one of the most beloved, talented and smart lyricists this side of the Atlantic shilling for fucking Sears?! You have no excuse, Joe, you're ALIVE. Arrgggghhhhh....how terribly terribly disappointing. And cruel. So very very cruel.
Joe, how could you?
Turns out it was a fucking Sears commercial!
When I saw that, I literally yelped. Cat and laptop flew up in the air. I was shocked. Shockedshockedshocked. Why is one of the most beloved, talented and smart lyricists this side of the Atlantic shilling for fucking Sears?! You have no excuse, Joe, you're ALIVE. Arrgggghhhhh....how terribly terribly disappointing. And cruel. So very very cruel.
Joe, how could you?
posted by Oy Vey at 6:32 PM
2 Comments:
Poppa needs a brand new bag.
Did you see the article on Blinq about the Pernice Brothers? They were supposed to play NO when the shit hit the fan.
which cat?
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