And they kind of blew

MCMLV

"I was hoping for an erotic journey"

Why would you want to fuck A CORPSE?

Wait a second…are you implying that John Wayne wasn't a gruff, but fair and courageous Genghis Cowboy in real life?!?! Next you're going to tell me that Prince wasn't really a prince.

The juggernaut that was Calvin Cooler was not going to be intimidated by a couple of old guys sitting on their porch being totally boring and all.

I got really excited as I read it as 'One Potato Croquette' and thought it was the long-lost work that John Ford filmed after wrapping up shooting on 'The Quiet Man'. It is rumored to be the story of an Italian sailor (John Wayne of course) that miraculously survived the sinking of The Lusitania by a German U-boat…

Deer Penthouse,

Why do I have to be Mr. Brown? Sounds like Mr. Shit.

FAKE RATINGS GREAT AGAIN!

You described Sarah Palin to a T.

Samantics.

He can bask in the fact that he called Obama a word that Patient Trump's sycophants think only they can use. Sad!

I will see many, many - crowds of people - they will pack Melbourne Florida for my campaign rally to 'Make Trump Great Again!" It's going to be amazing!

Good Point. But, as a music fan I parted with hard cash to buy an album or cassette and found some great songs that didn't get airplay due to the rigidity of AOR radio stations. This is another reason why this list seems so disingenuous - not one song that could be controversial?

Levon Helm had a studio and resided in upstate NY. It just fits the template of pandering to a NY base.

Easiest answer: Because you will find yourself drinking alone in Dobbs Ferry. From there it is a literal and figurative short journey to the railing of the Tappan Zee Bridge. When they pull you from the frigid waters of the Hudson they will say you looked Kind of Blue.

As a guy who has found himself in many upstate bars wondering why everyone is there drinking alone; I can confirm that this is a naturally occurring phenomenon as far south as Sullivan and Ulster Counties. Rockland is even rockin' it that way. But as much as the opening paragraph made me laugh knowingly, I would…

Wishing well with a golden bell, bucket hanging clear to hell

I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.