“blues-jazz, really”
20 March 2007
I aim to post every day this week for being such a jerk lately, but I’m hung up today writing my annual 5,000 word fantasy baseball preview, which will be up tomorrow.
So to give you something that will kill a total of four minutes of your day and (hopefully) make you laugh, I submit the clip below from one of the funniest movies of all time, Spinal Tap.
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I mean, I am just in awe of this scene. I know that nothing destroys humor like analyzing it, but the chemistry between these three is remarkable. Watching their delivery and the way they play off each other…well, it just really, really turns me on.
I can’t express the importance these few minutes have had on my life, particularly in the way I converse with friends. The line "best leave it unsolved" has peppered my conversations with friends for years, used primarily to describe questionably make-out sessions or monster shits or waking up in a piss-soaked bed with another man’s wallet in your pocket, two missing teeth, and a medium-sized dog walking around your apartment.
Sigh. Those were the days. I miss that fucking dog.
So to give you something that will kill a total of four minutes of your day and (hopefully) make you laugh, I submit the clip below from one of the funniest movies of all time, Spinal Tap.
[youtube]fKxbpo433Kk[/youtube]
I mean, I am just in awe of this scene. I know that nothing destroys humor like analyzing it, but the chemistry between these three is remarkable. Watching their delivery and the way they play off each other…well, it just really, really turns me on.
I can’t express the importance these few minutes have had on my life, particularly in the way I converse with friends. The line "best leave it unsolved" has peppered my conversations with friends for years, used primarily to describe questionably make-out sessions or monster shits or waking up in a piss-soaked bed with another man’s wallet in your pocket, two missing teeth, and a medium-sized dog walking around your apartment.
Sigh. Those were the days. I miss that fucking dog.








