I am, unashamedly, stealing Warren Kinsella’s recent post in its entirety (including the title):
Just at West 49. Buying gear for the kids.
Guy at cash sees my Replacements tee. “Hey, man, that was a great movie,” says he.
“What?” I say, horrified and amazed. Companion says I look like I want to kill. Kid stutters.
“The movie,” he squeaks. “You know, the football movie.”
“No, I don’t,” I hiss. “The Replacements were a band. A fucking great band. Perhaps the greatest band.”
Kid scoots away. Me, to no one in particular:
“I hate everyone.”
Awesome.
And the Replacements were a far, far better band then Rush.
tbbbbbbbpppt!
Isn’t this just the reverse of the rush fainting couch, but for a band even fewer people enjoy? 🙂
I’m going to have to check the Urban Dictionary for Reverse Rush Fainting Couch. That sounds dirty.
i was referring to the display of performance art / final proof that democracy is a farce here:
https://ordinary-times.com/canada/?p=3776
I enjoyed the comment… but Reverse Rush Fainting Couch might deserve a definition all its own.