Music Recommendation Overheard at Work
"...because if you like Aerosmith I think you'll really like Ted Nugent. He's not as...uhm...DEEP as them lyrically or anything but if you like that bluesy rock than you'll like him."
I shit you not.
I heard THIS this morning (around 10 AM or so). The fellow making the recommendation (to, I should say, a youngish lass of about 25) even mentioned The Nuge's "Wang-Dang-Sweet-Poon-Tang" as one particular tune she might/should enjoy BUT, instead of telling her the entire ACTUAL name of said tune, amended it simply to "Wang-Dang."
Y'know...cute-sifies the song a bit, don't it?
"Wang-Dang."
Gives the impression that the song is kinda Seussian, eh?
Wouldn't want to offend her sensibilities by dropping a slang term for the vagina to a soon-to-be-indoctrinated 'new' fan to Ted, would ya?
Of course not.
There were any number of ways I could have interjected myself into this conversation but I decided to refrain from some of the more 'controversial' bits about Ted, his music, his politics, his bow-hunting, his voracious carnivore-iousness, his Jingo-centric worldview, et cetera and offered up the following tidbit to the lass once the recommendee had ended his Nugent propaganda schpiel:
"Oh, yeah...how can you NOT like this guy? Afterall, he used to arrive on-stage by swinging in on a rope Tarzan-Style clad only in a loin cloth."
Her eyes got a bit big to this piece of trivia...
I'm sure she rushed out immediately after work to find a fresh copy of GONZO LIVE or WEEKEND WARRIOR in which to immerse herself.
True Story.
Swear to Ted.
T
"...because if you like Aerosmith I think you'll really like Ted Nugent. He's not as...uhm...DEEP as them lyrically or anything but if you like that bluesy rock than you'll like him."
I shit you not.
I heard THIS this morning (around 10 AM or so). The fellow making the recommendation (to, I should say, a youngish lass of about 25) even mentioned The Nuge's "Wang-Dang-Sweet-Poon-Tang" as one particular tune she might/should enjoy BUT, instead of telling her the entire ACTUAL name of said tune, amended it simply to "Wang-Dang."
Y'know...cute-sifies the song a bit, don't it?
"Wang-Dang."
Gives the impression that the song is kinda Seussian, eh?
Wouldn't want to offend her sensibilities by dropping a slang term for the vagina to a soon-to-be-indoctrinated 'new' fan to Ted, would ya?
Of course not.
There were any number of ways I could have interjected myself into this conversation but I decided to refrain from some of the more 'controversial' bits about Ted, his music, his politics, his bow-hunting, his voracious carnivore-iousness, his Jingo-centric worldview, et cetera and offered up the following tidbit to the lass once the recommendee had ended his Nugent propaganda schpiel:
"Oh, yeah...how can you NOT like this guy? Afterall, he used to arrive on-stage by swinging in on a rope Tarzan-Style clad only in a loin cloth."
Her eyes got a bit big to this piece of trivia...
I'm sure she rushed out immediately after work to find a fresh copy of GONZO LIVE or WEEKEND WARRIOR in which to immerse herself.
True Story.
Swear to Ted.
T
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