RubSomeDirtOnIt
RubSomeDirtOnIt
RubSomeDirtOnIt

Yes, you're probably right, I may be overestimating the notion of folklorists showing up with their recorders on the doorstep. And of course, there were lots of regional recording companies, like the American Record Company's recordings of Robert Johnson, which was late in the day, and even national labels like

It was generous of you to sit through the (Christ almighty) 40-second intro before the song started. Who does that? Self-saboteurs, that's who.

Re: The Steel Drivers

I just want to say, fucking fuck Vevo. I don't mind that you can't embed this, but I fucking hate that they censor their artists. Vevo recordings on Youtube always have the cuss words bleeped out, which makes me want to kill somebody. Fuck the fuck out of Vevo.

Terrific, love it. Haven't heard your others yet, but getting my teeth into this one.

Good expression, huh? These kids...

Well said.

Seriously. You don't want "Gator Food" as your cause of death.

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That's pretty cool, I had never heard the original of that, only Elvis in Vegas.

The cheese and peanut butter thing can work, it's true.

Reply to my own comment above because it's too late to edit: If you don't have a grilling basket, another thing you can do is take the rack out of your toaster oven, lay it perpendicular on your grill, and it makes a little grid that keeps veggies from falling in.

Use one of those grilling basket things to keep them from falling in to the fire, and keep them far away from the flame/hot embers, so they don't incinerate within seconds.

Nothing like a little blind rage to start a Saturday morning. I don't even care about baseball that much, and I feel like kicking dirt on somebody.

Thetorontokid: You seem like you're not exactly Mr Barbecue, which is fine of course; we all start at the bottom of the learning curve.

If you are using 'barbecue' as a countable noun, then you are referring to an event, a barbecue. Duh. Nobody is going to invite you to a grill, unless you're being cooked.

Welp indeed.

Pissing contest accepted.

Nothing is ever for free.