Friday, September 01, 2006

The bitterest pill

We all have rock-star dreams. We all want to play guitar like the guy in the video Dad posted while hitting every note of our eight-octave range and doing our trademark complex, strangely mesmerizing dance called the Funky Grandpa. Decades after our debut single hits #1 in 43 countries, fans will argue endlessly over whether our just-released album redefines the standard of brilliance set by the previous 27 great albums. Nobody would mention that one ill-advised album of Motown covers. Our hits will never be used to sell athletic shoes, retirement-planning services, or impotency drugs.

Let's face it, though...chances are, this is how it would turn out.

(Original via Bill Simmons; I've edited this to include a higher-quality version someone pointed out.)


Lucy said...

I think the real question is, why didn't anyone ever tell me Uncle Bill played keyboard in a band?

Saturday, September 02, 2006 9:17:47 PM  
Judi said...

You know how to make your mother laugh!!!

Sunday, September 03, 2006 10:03:15 PM  

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