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I love how America eschews the exact things that keep it alive.

Too bad Ohio ain't that rowdy.

Lap steel doesn't always equal country. Look at Robert Randolph. Though his is a pedal steel (too closely related to the lap steel), he rocks that shit out. You don't rock shit out in country. You...um...country shit out when you play country?

I thought it was going to be Sheiks on A Plane, and Rock The Casbah was the movie's theme song...

I am feasting at Golden Corral tonight. Grease and fat galore!

None of those are country at all. Especially Is That The Thanks I Get? That's such a showbiz tune.

That's not so much of a problem when: old Ashes of American flags w/ Jay on (it doesn't matter) = bleh new Ashes of American flags w/ Nels on god-tar = Godly old Airline to Heaven w/ Jay on gitar = teh suck new Airline to Heaven w/ Nels on lap steel = teh God old Misunderstood = not worth it new Misunderstood = fuck yeah

Have you done the port forwarding stuff? It really helps the connection.

How's that Tele Deluxe working for you?

Oops. They all sound the same, damnit.

Sharpton's a little late on the Cosby bandwagon. Cosby said the same thing. Except like a year earlier. edit: Wrong dude, wrong time.

Snakes piss? Weird.

Can butts blush?

anyone hear me?

It looks that one movie...Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure?

I'm excited to hear how Walken sounds since the Hotel S n' S show.

I like the smell of hot dogs...

A little too early to hit it, I'd say.

I have to go run 12 200's in less than an hour. Fun.

I still maintain that Dylan's All Along The Watchtower pwns Hendrix's. "There must be some way outta here said the joker to the thief there's too much confusion here I can't get no relief" "Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me in the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you" I maintain that Tambourine Man is his best song.

PR is a powerful thing.

Not a lot of people can hold a tune in bucket.

Wilco ain't too country anymore.

He friended me. I felt sorry for the guy at the time, with only 70 friends or so. I'm beginning to regret it.