the mission statement, roughly
(finale, or: then A met B — but now we’re standing face to face, isn’t this world a crazy place?)
posted at 4:20 pm by brandon in us us us
The thread to here:
Prologue — As Gershwin once wrote, “And when he comes my way, I’ll do my best to make him stay”
Part the Second — In random, scattershot strokes… me
Interlude — Everything I’ve needed to know about life, I’ve learned from Sting
So, then came Cascada.
Yes, that nightmarish, migraine-inducing German dance trio — who have just morphed Rascal Flatts’ soaring, searing triumph “What Hurts the Most” into a ridiculous, ear-splitting slab of hopped-up Eurotrash that makes DHT’s intolerably wretched recent remake of Roxette’s pop classic “Listen to Your Heart” sound positively stately by comparison — incited the most vicious argument A and I have ever had.
But first things first.