Songs that don’t exist
In Which Your Humble Blogger could also add: Body Parts in the Pickle Barrel, a song of Saint Nick
In Which Your Humble Blogger could also add: Body Parts in the Pickle Barrel, a song of Saint Nick
In Which Your Humble Blogger finally remembers his obligation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger realizes it has been more than a year, which means that it is time and perhaps past time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still doesn’t know the difference between claw-hand and three-finger.
In Which Your Humble Blogger picks the disc by the viol player, which is nothing like judging a book by its cover. More like judging a book by its, um. Translator? Editor?
In Which Your Humble Blogger personally prefers the Basie Band stuff, you know, but the Sanford & Son theme is pretty damned awesome, and there’s a certain undeniable Badness to the Pop.
In Which Your Humble Blogger loves work and could watch it all day.
In Which Your Humble Blogger supposes there is the music from The Wedding Singer: The Musical!, but let’s not get crazy, here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a connection, which is what blogging’s all about, right?
In Which while all of us were sleeping the stockholders got richer at the expense of all our children; arise and claim your freedom.