Kecks in Paradise

Kecks in Paradise

Thursday, March 4, 2010

He'll rip your lungs out, Jim

So I was listening to classic rock on the radio today. Why you ask? Because classic rock is the greatest genre of music, of course. There are other kinds of great music but classic rock is simply the best overall genre. I mean 'classic' is right in the name. What else do you need? I am greatly distressed with the kind of music passing for classic rock today. I love a good Coldplay song but they are not classic rock. But I digress.

I heard the song "Werewolves of London" today, which I highly recommend. There is a point in the song where he says "I'd like to meet his tailor," speaking of the werewolf, of course. I thought about that line and other such statements given in similar situations and thought about how ridiculously stupid it is. Picture this:

"So you're the werewolf's tailor?"
"Wow. What's that like?"
"Well I have to fix his clothes a lot."
"Really! Like, how often?"
"About once a month, I guess. That's how it works with werewolves, isn't it?"
"Yeah I guess it is. This is so cool."

No, buddy, it's not that cool.


Kimberly said...

The werewolf part is there, but the bar mitzvah part is gone.

See the following:

Tracy said...

Hey this song was on Community tonight.

Jason said...

I noticed that, too. I saw it as a sign that I should go ahead with the post.