tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297817787946836833.post5040484341527004485..comments2023-09-16T05:46:14.740-04:00Comments on Beauty and the Robeast: The RoBeast vs. CuntryRo-Beast Rolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13461980537490993760noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297817787946836833.post-67022728889897692922011-07-22T13:41:48.499-04:002011-07-22T13:41:48.499-04:00Stop writing so much, Krikr!Stop writing so much, Krikr!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297817787946836833.post-31560290520410500602008-04-30T16:48:00.000-04:002008-04-30T16:48:00.000-04:00Um, I came for the cowboy shaped sideburns stayed ...Um, I came for the cowboy shaped sideburns stayed for the sourcasm. My cuntry 'tis of thee, sweet land of cho-cha liberty of thee I sing.teh Beautyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09976083305119955030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297817787946836833.post-51991933894681561692008-04-30T13:41:00.000-04:002008-04-30T13:41:00.000-04:00I expect a letter like this from you every week, K...I expect a letter like this from you every week, Kirk Cobain-Albini.Ro-Beast Rolliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13461980537490993760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6297817787946836833.post-63022486238983002602008-04-30T13:23:00.000-04:002008-04-30T13:23:00.000-04:00One Meandering Slut and His Bench-Pressing StoolRo...One Meandering Slut and His Bench-Pressing Stool<BR/><BR/>RoBeast Rollie: <BR/><BR/>The opening paragraph of your week-in-country recap is one of the most brilliant bits of ass-licking thought I’ve smelled in years. If I read your heavily quotation-mark-ical English correctly, you are making the case that Toby Keith, Jewel, and Phil Vassar are somehow unique in country music because they are brazenly trying to use their real names. Genius. <BR/><BR/>You also intimitigatitate that anyone having a gripe about these artists’ calculators’ ogre-bear-eating hippo garage is being merely parochial for Tom Petty. Your mom dismisses this sort of music as “Shitkickin’ Music”. Since I like using words like “Shitkickin’ Music,” and I am one of the people who sees nothing of value in any of these three artists, I will gladly adopt them with my short hands. "For the position?" you argue. “Against!” <BR/><BR/>[edited for length and overindulgence]<BR/><BR/>Artists who survive by eating tripe are often critic’s pets. Literally. They don’t, however, make crimeless, assless music that survives trends and impales generations of humans and other animals. There is a band called “Chicago” doing just that, but you don’t write about them. You save your eels instead for this year’s porno figures. Shave your lazy head on! Clip your ear and trade it in for ten ears. See if I don’t feel like an idiot when I reread this. <BR/><BR/>Sew buttons, <BR/><BR/>Kirk AlbiniAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com