Michael Arthur's artistic talent qualifies him for canonization. Oh, wait, I'm horribly biased. And yet, still correct. After all, Hirschfeld thinks Michael's brilliant, too.
Andrew Vladeck's first song about Coney Island features an alternate-ly tuned banjo ringing like a sitar in a paen to tantric yearning. *Yum*
Balthrop, Alabama, a charmingly ragtag bundle of klezmer-hick virtuosity, implies necrophilia, incest and xenophobia in its lyrics. How can I fail to love them? It's like having the most cuddly hellhound in the universe lick your hand like a red-tick after it's treed a possum. Smelling of brimstone and eager to play. Oh, roll over, Satan's plush toy, and bare your belly to my eager caress!
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Mightier than the Sword
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Michael Arthur's artistic talent qualifies him for canonization. Oh, wait, I'm horribly biased. And yet, still correct. After all, Hirschfeld thinks Michael's brilliant, too.
*Yum*
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Andrew Vladeck's first song about Coney Island features an alternate-ly tuned banjo ringing like a sitar in a paen to tantric yearning. *Yum*
Disturbingly Fabulous
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Balthrop, Alabama, a charmingly ragtag bundle of klezmer-hick virtuosity, implies necrophilia, incest and xenophobia in its lyrics.
How can I fail to love them? It's like having the most cuddly hellhound in the universe lick your hand like a red-tick after it's treed a possum.
Smelling of brimstone and eager to play. Oh, roll over, Satan's plush toy, and bare your belly to my eager caress!