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OK, never mind, maybe an army bro gunning out pushups to Nirvana at the State Fair isn't the most American thing I've ever seen, as our man Patrick Kay helpfully pointed out in the comments to that last thread. Instead we've got this slice of Americana folk art, or f-art for short. I have watched this 6 times in a row and counting. It's pretty old, but there's a reason the classics stick around.
You might be laughing now, but not so fast every single local rock band I've ever seen perform. As bad as old girl here is, she's got a little something called stage presence. You can't take your eyes off of her.
Also, LOL at the spoken word break down. Best part for me is at 2:15 where nana misses her cue to come in on the guitar solo and the guy who won't let you hide from the zombies in his barn unless you listen to him read from scripture over there gets soooo fucking pissed. Then he's giving the old "one more time" signal that you make when you want the band to go back around one more time, except wait, does he think he's singing with a live band and not a backing track here? Is there a sound guy involved here, or an altar boy pushing play on a dual cassette boombox? And hold on just one more second here, is that not even his voice singing lead? Check it out at the end, he's got this quiet, high pitched voices that you hear the whole time and think it's like a doubled-track. Ok don't laugh at this anymore actually, I just got sad thinking about the whole. Miss my racist grandmother now. :(
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"when she gets to washington, it'll be cold as hell." truer words have never been spoken by a high-pitched muttering ol' fool and the nana he sweet-talked into singing (and will most likely later seduce in the rectory)
How dare that guy get mad at the woman, she's the only one doing any singing here.
Is it Rupert Murdoch on vox??? I feel like his lectern is actually some sort of semi-portable dialysis pulpit.
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