I think the things Charles actually writes today, with his twisted syntax, imperative phrasings of a sadistic gym teacher, and non-sequitars, are a much bigger sin against humanity than pretending to have written something that a human being can actually understand.
If only all the things he DOES write were this clear, to the point, and free of watered down third hand philosophy...
i once claimed to have written and recorded the guitar tracks to Communications Breakdown which was playing on the rekkid player at the time. I was a partly and said it while talking to a girl nearly 30 years ago. I meant it ironically; a wise ass over the top remark of deluded grandeur as a joke/obvious lie. Turns out that while she looked American, sounded American, even acted American, she was, in fact, raised by her parent missionaries in French speaking Africa and had never even heard of Led Zeppelin. Or the Brady Bunch. Or Mr. Bubbles or Gignator, or "Ancient Chinese Secret" or any other cultural reference. By the time I realized she actually believed me it was too late. I was too far in with my charade. Way too deep to back out gracefully. So I doubled down and claimed to have written the screen play for Liquid Sky. And was working on my novel.
For some reason I'll just be sitting there minding my own business when all the sudden this whole thing just pops right into my head making me realize I'm just a bunch smoke be blown up someone's ass.
They grow wheat, asparagus, and onions in Walla Walla. So you knew (and perhaps still don't, in the poetic retelling) just as little about her home as she knew about yours.
don't feel bad charles. i have a friend who back in the days of apartheid, when i was listening to johnny clegg and savuka heard the names nelson mandela and steven biko whispered in a song and said "it's so cool how he lets his back up singers say their names in his song!" now SHE has something to be ashamed of for a lifetime, you were just trying to get laid. and seattle 89 was a tough room for getting laid. forgive yourself. :)
If only all the things he DOES write were this clear, to the point, and free of watered down third hand philosophy...
But nothing quite so mortifying as that. You have my sympathies.
That's pretty funny. A tall tale all right. Hey, at least you tried.
For some reason I'll just be sitting there minding my own business when all the sudden this whole thing just pops right into my head making me realize I'm just a bunch smoke be blown up someone's ass.
I mean, is a simple liar worse than someone that actually makes new acquaintances listen to their own band? I'm on the fence.
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Do you like apples? How about them apples?
Did it work?
Oh, come now Mr. Mudede -- really? I think we all know what the goal of this impressive little fib was. Did it work?
I have an idea! Why don't you write lyrics for a song! I will write the music. Seriously. That would be fun.
Jherek Bischoff