You know I cannot remember if I have posted this review and am to lazy to check. I am just trying to buy sometime so I can finish my next review. The next one will be on the book "Collapse" by Jared Diamond, serious shit so pay attention. I may have posted this, if I did, I did. I just got tired of looking at the calf and dog picture, besides this is a family blog and such animal porn should not be present all the time. .JWW
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| 18 of 19 people found the following review helpful:  Bandoneon?, January 16, 2005
I think I'd have to look up the spelling which I wont since this is a music review and not a written' review. Anyway a Band0neon is like an accordian but different in ways I dont understand, they feature this instument on a number of cuts with very haunting results.The lyrics are haunting as well, its a Flannery O'Connor mood crossed with all the greats of bluegrass ghosts, it creates a unique sound you would be a fool not to enjoy. It reminds me of the times as a child we visited old man Ritz's house deep in the woods behind our house, Mr. Ritz worked for Nasa and seldom visited his family farm getaway, so we ran amok on his property,never at ease mind you, but amok we ran. He was a scary figure who we never met and never expected to meet until one day I landed a job picking up rocks in a freshly plowed field, we would ride on a trailer behind a tractor and every so often the tractor would stop and we would hop off and pick up the rocks and throw them on the trailer. I suggested to Uncle Leon (the farmer who farmed Mr Ritz's property for him) that we just paint all the rocks red and have the migrant workers pick them up thinking they were tomatoes, he didnt think to much of this suggestion so we continued with our work. The next day we were picken' up rocks when a man walks up to Leon and told him we should paint the rocks red and tell the migrant workers they was tomatoes...This album reminds me of my first and only meeting with old man Ritz.Buy the album.
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18 Comments:
That was a beautiful tribute, Josh. I'm going to run out and buy that album right away!
It's so odd that you and Ritz had the same thoughts. Do you think that in a past life you were Old Man Ritz and Old Man Ritz was, in a future life, Young Josh Williams? Or is Ritz a little secret your mom's been keeping (e.g. kin)?
Josh, I mean it, Amazon is lucky to have you on the team. I salute you!
when is the next animal porn suppose to be posted? dead rat on dead cat action?
Nice review, hmm ing has me really confused after reading her comment
ing: Thanks sooo much,I need the moral support, reviewers have hearts too.
I beleive it was a back to the future type thing I met myself in the future and past. Only differace is NASA hasn't been beating down my door, but soon Amazon will be , maybe battering in my door would be more accurate. Thanks for the support JWW
Phats: I am unsure when I will have any more animal porn or necrophilia animal fetish stuff, but my radars up for you pal, just as soon as its comes in I'll post!
You might want to kill two birds with one stone and review a book about animal fetishes.
Here's one. Or this.
Buh-bye,
Josh your review is perfect. the *only* thing that's missing is a nice set of Tom Waits lyrics...
Hedgehogs.
ing: I will study these books, but gaw! Do you realize the size of my reading already...Its large in scope and shit.
JJ:I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
and a Black Crow snuck through
a hole in the sky
so I spent all my buttons on an
old pack mule
and I made me a ladder from
a pawn shop marimba
and I leaned it up against
a dandelion tree
And I filled me a sachel
full of old pig corn
and I beat me a billy
from an old French horn
and I kicked that mule
to the top of the tree
and I blew me a hole
'bout the size of a kickdrum
and I cut me a switch
from a long branch elbow
Chorus
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
whittle you into kindlin'
Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
Well I slept in the holler
of a dry creek bed
and I tore out the buckets
from a red Corvette, tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
with the strings of a Washburn
stretched like a clothes line
you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Repeat Chorus
Now I hold him prisoner
in a Washburn jail
that stapped on the back
of my old kick mule
strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
to drive him crazy
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Repeat Chorus
ROxi: The same stuff, ya know what I mean...
ing: Headge hogs kinda like that Kafka story, living scared underground and shit and stuff.
Apostle S: Your damn straight!
Josh your stooopid Tom Waits lyrics utterly ruined my post today and i think you might find an angry bunch of hedgehogs on the loose. i tried to get my bull terrier to defend you - i hope you feel really bad when you see what happened to him....
Aw, man! Tom Waits makes the hedgehogs happy!
Mom's got a hedgehog butt! Mom's got a hedgehog butt!
Mom, would you mind the cushions when you sit down?
Thanks,
Ok. Do a Stephen King review now! And maybe something on the new American Idol album??????
What?
Why's everybody lookin at me like that?
What'd I say?
What?
JJ: No such thang as a tupid Tom Waits lyric.
ing: Your shooting straigt!
Mom: I just know moms dress will be wrinkled from have a session with the cute cashier boy at Old Navy.
Bill: Hedgehogs are good people.
Crabby: The brilliance of my reviews is they fit all books, write a review, pick a book.
Well I checked on my reveiw and it is published and so far 0 out of 3 found it helpful...Fuckem'. Bunch of stoopid heads!I'll publish after I go to bed get up and do some things and then if I am not to tired I will see how unhelpfull I have been. Dang if I know whats wrong with people?
Mom:
Did the pricipal tell you to fight? Shoot, I'll fight you without any prompting or insecurities, whether that principal is right or wrong about this -- he should stick to running the school and leave the lecturing to the teachers. But you have to wear the yellow sundress, because I think I see the point; it'd be like getting to beat up Nellie Oleson, drat her!
Josh:
I don't think your parents paid up front to have your snore glands removed. Puhleeeeeeeeze turn over!
MWAAAAHHHH! Wake up! Fire in the hole! HEELLLLP! Satan is looking at you-oo, maybe it's the things that you do-oo! Up and at 'em! Arise! Look, there's Tom Waits! Here's my shoe, here's my other shoe. . .
Rats. It's hopeless.
ing: you OK? Wake up ing, ing wake up! Aw, your alive and up on your feet good as new (shoes are on the wrong feet). That was close, man did I piss off Tom Waits or what, uh oh here comes Homer Simpson in a sundress, parasol and bonnet go get him tiger!
mm: Yep I thought I had but was not sure.
ROxi: I told you guys I kid napped an apothacary a few years ago, he will brew up what ever you need be it aspirin or something popular these days.
Mom: Because I can...Hmmmm Rock Stars is there anything they dont know?
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