Saturday, October 13, 2007

Hang the DJ

Richard is subjecting me to Buffy St.-Marie music. Oh, the pain. I've got headphones clamped on, but that awful warbling is still drowning out The Smiths. Damn hippies. It's times like this that the generation gap becomes a yawning chasm (and I'd like to pitch this CD into it).
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Shawn said...

I tried to listen to Buffy St.-Marie once upon a time. I was chasing after a really cute girl who was named Buffy Marie ******* and was - of course - named after you the folk singer by her hippie parents. Did I mention she was really cute? Well, didn't make me like the music much though.

Jeez...the things we do for love.

12:26 AM
S.M. Elliott said...

Thanks Shawn! Now I know there is a deeper level of hell than having to listen to Buffy St.-Marie...being named Buffy Marie. I don't feel so awful anymore.

12:31 AM
tshsmom said...

I liked some of her stuff...I just can't remember what anymore. :(

However, I didn't like her well enough to actually BUY any of her music.

5:51 AM
S.M. Elliott said...

Mom, you're lucky! I wish I could erase it from my memory. She sounds like Cher crossed with Yoko Ono - NOT a good combo.

7:04 AM

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