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Jim Henson's Dawes Babies was the Dawes of the 90s.

Oran "Juice" Jones?

Er…. much of the chorus of "Love Song" was "I will always love you"…..  That's sorta using the word "love".

And "Tubthumping".

One of my favorite things about Oasis is that the people who dislike them don't just dislike them, they HAAAAAAATE them.  It's never "I think they're just a limitedly talented bunch of Beatles knockoffs" or "I don't fancy their music"…. it's "I seriously want to see the Gallaghers chopped up into small pieces and fed

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But they're still, nonetheless, clearly funk lyrics, and not at all out of place on a funk album.  If "Midnite Vultures" was Beck doing Prince funk grooves over the text of autopsy findings….. THAT would be strange.  Beck doing an all-funk album solely on the glockenspiel and harp — THAT would be strange.  This is

Bootsy's from Venus, man.

I'm just sitting here trying to wrap my head around how a pretty straightforward 70s-funk-soul tribute album can be labelled "strange"….

If the Magical Portal Baby Show version of Up All Night were written and directed by Tommy Wiseau…..  it could have been the GREATEST THING EVER.

I think you mean Julia.  Karen's the puppy dog who likes sparkly things like asshole pseudo-Jonathan Larsons.

I would watch that.

Can't… can't we all just get along… in Dawes?  (sniff)

He did go back, years later, and pay the hotel bill he skipped out on.  True story….

Standin' in line, markin' time
Waiting for the welfare dime
'Cause they can't find a job
Man in a silk suit hurries by
Catches the poor old lady's eye
Just for fun, he says, "Get a job"…

Crap, someone beat me to it. Move along, nothing to see here.

Also, he's replacing Christina Applegate on "Up All Night".

Probably ESPN, or Mirksy's Worst of the Web.  I got a late start — circa 1995.

I do that too!!!!  And… pretty much no one gets it.  My wife did, though.  Probably why I married her….

JUST LET IT DIE NBC.  Please.  Old Yeller was a good dog, but you gotta do what you gotta do, son.