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Sunday, January 05, 2003
There's a silence going round how long can you stay away Perhaps my comments concerning the Boss were a little harsh. I read yesterday in a weBlog book that you should never blog when in a bad mood, maybe I should have heeded such words. Sorry Bruce. My bad. My point was that while the song really does rock, and spontaneous one-mike singing does seem called for, it just happened to "suddenly" occur on SNL and Letterman and, if memory serves, Leno, but maybe it was another show, and those episodes have been aired repeatedly. So, sorry. I make it sound like he called my house and complained, or threatened me. Sadly, not the case. I guess I just have a thing for the Boss, I said it, yeah, a thing for the Boss. Anyway, someone else might be joining the ranks very soon. And after a brief discussion, a collective, sorta like Voltron if he had like six arms, three feet and one, if not more, torsos, plus, of course, numerous heads, that's right, a monstrous, scary ass Voltron of rock, might be in the planning stages of being worked on. Imagine that he has to work his way out from the Earth's core, rather than zooming in from outer space; right now he's breaking through some of those dense rocks in the intermediate area. Still a ways from the mantle.
It's all right, it's all right it's all right, yeah Not to speak badly of the Boss, but it kind of annoys me when him and Stevie and his wife do the spontaneous choreographed singing into one mike thing. I mean, I understand, the power of the music, it just has so much goddamn power, you can't help but just shake and shake, you're gonna explode, but, hey, why don't we just let it all out by singing into one microphone? Fine. But when this is mandatory at every single performance, it just looks a little planned. Of course, if the Boss told me to sing into a mike with him at the same time every performance and act like it is totally on the fly, I'd do it. He could tell me to play backup sax through my ass, and well, he's the Boss. That's about it. For now.
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