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January 29, 2013

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SL

Love your music reviews! This one was great and I particularly enjoyed the one on Drive By Truckers. I look forward to your next post.

UF Mike

Thanks a lot, SL! I really appreciate it.

Jan Martin Leeuwendorp

WOAH! - I like that band! They really sound like the stuff I used to listen to when I was drinking quite a lot of beer with Björn, who is now married to my ex-wife.
And Mike: whatever fate may have in store for you, you must NEVER EVER stop writing. Never.

Bulletholes

Man, it looks like the lead guitarist is missing his ring finger on his fret hand. Fucking Cool!

Jan Martin Leeuwendorp

Plus, they quote William Blake. Fucking cool indeed.

dan

You gotta love those Scandinavian rockers - they do AC/DC better than AC/DC, they do Detroit better than Sonic Rendezvous, Even do down homie Americana music okier than thou -
they just can't quite get the lyrics right. From Golden Earring & Abba to Hellacopters & now Graveyard, the not quite right lyrics run parallel to sonically perfect imitations of American popular music genres, the results are sometimes hilarious, sometimes tragic, & sometimes completely irrelevant as with these guys, whose Shtick seems to be ' Fok thet shit, let's rock!

Jan Martin Leeuwendorp

And still, they quote William Blake!

dan

As Billy Blake once said, & I think rightly. "Fok Thet shit, let's rawwwwwwwwk"!

Jan Martin Leeuwendorp

Yeah, that's the quote I was referring to.

Dave Blody

who are you guys (gals?)
This shit is absolutely hilarious!
Started with Ryne Duran, now I'm here and going
back to native American Hall of H & Oats soon.

Can't get enough, can't break the habit!

dan

Hi Dave,
We're all citizens of Unremitting Failure. Unfortunately our charismatic leader is at out at the moment.
Feel free to come in & help yourself to anything in the fridge.

krogerfoot

I never, to the best of my knowledge, lost a woman to a man named Björn, though an ex-girlfriend once took up with a guy who went by his middle name, despite that middle name being Cletus. I guess he was embarrassed of his first name, which was John. His New Orleans yat accent was so thick that people sometimes thought he was Scandinavian. I suppose this is neither here nor there.

My point is, I bought a Graveyard album because of this article. They owe you some kroners.

Martijn

You can never go wrong with a little black blog post.

Martijn

The device of the Amsterdam Lyceum is "Potius deficere quam desperare"

This means: rather fail than despair.

Martijn

Damnit, don't make me confiscate your penis!

[Mike, Jeffers, Anyone... is Mike okay?]

Martijn

Reindeer head boiled in beer, can I get a recipe for that?

Mumble mumble... when will the man start singing again? Do you think "Armed" is a good title for my autobiography? Mumble... never mind. Who knows someone with a job for me? I'm pretty flexible. Just nothing in advertisement, whale hunting or baby seal clubbing... Hmm, too picky? Okay, just no advertisment then. Call me.

Martijn

I feel like one of those Japanese guys still hiding in the jungle because they don't know World War II's over... sake-me!

dan

Hey Martijn,
I'm beginning to get a bit hari kari/ kamikaze myself.
I've heard those rumours about the war being over but I don't believe them.
The sun will never set on the glorious Empire of Failure.
SMILEYFACE
- Can we please get some real emoticons here?

Martijn

Something like this? 0_o

I feel like starting a band of vagebonds and immediately record my fourth album 'Failure for Sale'.

Hey Dan! Failure is shining bright on you.

dan

Hmmm, the difficult fourth album. That would require the difficult third rehearsal. Sounds like too much effort
o-o, love & understanding

Martijn

(+_+)

Jeffers

Michael is doing all right. He's just moved his focus to all these music reviews they have him doing. I think his blog pants are wearing thin. Whether or not he bys a new pair is anyone's guess, but for now I would say not to expect too much planting in these fields.

I mix my metaphors well.

Martijn

Missing and wishing him well... And success. Don't let him burn his britches!

gillian

Hi, guys! I miss our little chats here.

Martijn

I don't want Mike to go on blogging just for me. (I've got booze, porn and poetry to keep me occupied.) But I'm absolutely dying to see Mike at his Absolute Best. If that is his concert reviews, so be it. If not... I'll be here, waiting. Love you all.


dan

Hey Jeffers,
You're a virtual non-linear Yogi Berra!
There's a book in all this you know.
You been writing of late?
Hey Gillian,
hey Martjin.
Go team!

gillian

Hey, dan!

Martijn

I've found a new game: browsing through the UF Archives.

Not only are most of the posts as entertaining as they ever were, but there is also the factor of Late Commentators.
Lots of posts get found sometimes years after the publication and the comments can be quite colourful. There are fine pieces of hatemail or you get the stuff like "hey, such 'n' such was my uncle and hero and who do you think..."

So, I'm going back in...

Martijn

On the minus side: my own comments are there too, which is no afternoon delight. Silence! And the rest is silence.

Jeffers

Thanks, Dan. Writing some. Trying a longer thing, a mixed-up surreal fairy/folk tale narrative. I hit a pause lately, but should be heading back to it soom, I think I'm on Section 10 of it, all 12 line sections.

Jeffers

Martijn: You find any doosies in the old comments send out a flare in this post, if you think of it.

Martijn

Will do! I may have been a bit too optimistic (I suffer from that from time to time) about whole sacks full of late comments. I found many in the post about Ryne Duren:
http://futility.typepad.com/futility/2008/09/our-dad-ryne-duran.html

The reason for diving into the grande reserva cellars was because I wanted to re-read the post about paranoia at which one 'Syd' commented and UF Mike replied hilariously. But I can't find it. So I'm going back in...

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