[points at Cactus F’n Charlie] See! Seeeeeee!? THAT’S my point, exactly.

😉

@ Schlomo: I’m not going to lump punk in with this. My admiration of Bad Brains prevents me from doing so. But good luck with the sackbut practice. 🙂

@ Jenny Tech: You are far too stylish to get trapped in that old stereotype.

@ SADC: I’ve got your pizza right here – a big, steaming deep-dish slice of VENGEANCE!

Now put on your jester hat and sandals, and get back to delivering my pizza.

How cruel! I have never worn ANY of these things. I would lose my day job if I wore those things.

But picks are for weenies.

(a) He plays in a punk band. That’s not music. It’s not even a passable technical exercise. For any real musician, playing punk is the equivalent of a talented carpenter doing demolition work: it’s loud, noisy, smelly, and requires zero finesse. In other words, it’s a waste of time. Get hammer. Smash wall. Choke on vomit and die in an alley. End of story.

(2) He begins his “article” by blatantly sliding a bassist into the old “do you want fries with that?” joke, when the entire civilized world (and even some people in less-than-civilized areas like Indiana) knows that THAT, my friend, is a joke about DRUMMERS. I mean, really. Know the real mouth-breathers when you see ’em, dude.

(iii) Tablature. He openly admits to having used that illiterate musician’s crutch. Say what you want about its ability to show fretboard positions more efficiently than notation, it’s still a sign of low class. It’s like those weenie, asthmatic orchestral string players who use things like alto clefs because they’re too astigmatic to read a few measly ledger lines. Whiners one and all.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to practice my sackbutt.

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We’ve played with a band in Lafayette called the Future Lovers a couple times.

If it’s the same dude, he did a perfectly acceptable drunken version of the KISS song “Plaster Caster” last time we were with them.