when the boys here at the captains dead hq aren’t googling “scarlett johansson nude,” doing three story beer bongs, or gathering around the water cooler typically talking about last night’s sex in the city, we like to put on “pretend” concerts. typically this includes but not limited to broom sticks, old school boom box antennas, and cardboard boxes. what each is used as, i will leave that for you to decide. we do a lot of pointing to the “crowd,” we put our cupped hands to our ears as if to say “make some noise” or “we cant hear you, (insert city), and quite often go back to back for extended solos.
there are two records that can cause such a sensation that it sweeps the nation. the first is styx’s paradise theatre, the second southern harmony by the black crowes. i will focus on the latter for this post.
groove train, thats what you are on when you listen to southern harmony. a groove train right to the heart of your inner blackness or less whiteness, and this train aint makin no stops until the record ends. if it doesnt make you want to shake yr ass, then you my friend are dead to me, and dont bother comin back.
edit: thanks to matt and mike for providing me with these songs, for without them this post would not have been possible.? i owe them everything and anything. (381)