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Mar 4 10 9:43 AM

I'll be the first to admit that much of the music I like makes a virtue of protracted song lengths, overt virtuosity and pretentious lyrical concepts. But there are very few popular musicians out there that sharpen these three dreaded prongs to as much of a lacerating point as this smug Rand-loving prick:

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Fuck you, guy from Rush. Having a 101 piece kit and a first edition of Atlas Shrugged does not make you a better drummer or lyricist.

And then something goes off in my brain, and sends an impulse to my jaw, and BAM, a thousand pounds of pressure locked in like a press. I mean, a head your size would burst like an infected kidney, and all I'd remember was how warm the juices were that lapped the back of my uvula on their trip down to stomach-land. But we're friends, right? We know each other. We know what we do, and who we talk to, and what we say to them. Now let's talk about the letter that Liquor got.