Oddly enough, this is one of the reasons why I can’t even with this guy. As much as I’ve said to Democrats “Channel your inner LBJ to get in office!” it’s pretty shitty to do. (Still should’ve done it to win, though!)

That reminds me of when I worked at the (then) Kiel Center. A pregnant woman ordered a couple of beers for her companions, then asked for an O’Douls (ugh!). She asked that I let her keep the bottle, and I didn’t even think twice. The last thing she needed was to be harassed by drunken hockey fans who thought she was…

I would LOVE to see this! Also: starting and stopping a piece 20 times (in the same spot, of course!), sitting blankly and staring at the keys (while trying not to vomit or evacuate bowels), or my favorite, being unable to stand up due to fight-or-flight and having someone have to help you off the artists’ bench!

But I like Jerry Lee Lewis! How about, uh, fuck it--Scott Baio it is.

I’m fond of a “50 Variations on John Cage’s 4'33" program, myself.

Hey, now! What did Wagner ever do...

Ah, so that’s what bothered me about her singing!!!!

(Insert balls joke here.)

Lordy, those that hate could be soooo much better if they just worked with what they have and release that hate. (I’m talking about musicians here—I’m holding on to my Trumpy hate! ;-)

That makes me think of the Zombies’ version of Summertime. It’s lovely, jazzy, and excellent, but nah, it’s not like listening to a live operatic version, and it shouldn’t be. There’s room for both!

Wait.

I never got that—okay, so you (the teacher) weren’t successful. But you can still produce music, can’t you? I mean, shit, I smile at the fact that I can sit down and play a Chopin etude and analyze a new piece of music whenever I want. That is what success means to me, but I’m weird like that.

Those that can, teach.

So wait.

I find that suspicious too--I mean, I’ll shave the shit out of my underarms, because I hate the feeling of sweaty/hairy underarms/deodorant balls. But legs? Nope! But men, hairy ass, hairy pits, jungle dick? Just fine!

My father LOVED that infomercial (OK, I did too!) and would jokingly say, “Why don’t you try that? Her hair doesn’t stay straight unless she uses a hair dryer!” I’d just go “Mmm-hmm...”

It’s good if you can style it—my problem was I couldn’t style for shit, couldn’t wrap, couldn’t bump, couldn’t (insert styling practice here). A wash and set with a relaxer didn’t look that great to me (not for all the trouble relaxers would cause, anyway.)

That was the problem! The 2 inches of new growth FELT NOTHING like the natural hair I was used to--it hadn’t been that long since I’d felt it, either! I’m still shuddering at that, 26 whole years later!

Yeah, I guess the hair coloring got to her brain on that one. If it didn’t matter, then who’d be saying you’re an angry black woman?

Yeah, we coloreds do always entertain! It’s just so natural with us!