yew ain’t jus whistlin Dixie there, padnuh
twisted-funny-not-funny-ha-ha-scarier than anything John Carpenter’s ever Directed.
[the building blox of domination…slowly built one bloody little bemo/big bemo trick at a time. & there’ll be no shortage of callers on RUSH who’ll peddle it all until the very last drop of red, white & true-blue (not lockstep colonial blue) blood is sucked from the lot of us.]
Hey, David Baerwald, you know we know showin off is not your cup-o-tea, really, but
this country NEEDS a concert of epic l’il proportions. Not one so WORLDWIDE and
corporate satellite showy that it just agitates and creates the regurgitive snub, …but one
that starts with a low guttural grumble and builds and builds and builds from an ahem to
a rumble to a hey, what-th-fuck to a Quake by late ’08. Please …concider the tools in
YOUR toolbox, sir. [This is the last I will audass to bother u with this notion, but we, the
disenfranchised people one giant step behind and to the left of the tool box on the hill sure
can use a different sort of well-meaning, road traveling, oomph amassing, informative, &
blessings celebratory music show. Yeah, I suppose all that can go very awry as well.]
awe nevermind
leave it to the Canadian guy
