02-27-2016, 12:47 PM
When I was young and sharing a room with my baby brother, we had this game where we'd name the artist, song, and sometimes album from whatever songs came on the radio while we went to sleep at night. It was a fun game with the two rules being that 1) we had to alternate between artist and song title, and 2) you could snake your opponent by jumping ahead and blurting out a song title for example so he had to come up with the band.
Why does this matter? Because one night while playing we had three or four songs in a row neither of us had any clue about, and all three sounded vaguely like Emerson Lake and Palmer. So we kept blaming the unknown songs on them until it became a running gag. Don't know a song? Gotta be ELP. Did it for years. Them fuckers had the biggest playlist in musical history. Even now, when my GF or somebody asks me who did a certain song, I can't help but answer, "fuckifiknow, ELP?"
I think I'm starting to see why no one understands me.
Why does this matter? Because one night while playing we had three or four songs in a row neither of us had any clue about, and all three sounded vaguely like Emerson Lake and Palmer. So we kept blaming the unknown songs on them until it became a running gag. Don't know a song? Gotta be ELP. Did it for years. Them fuckers had the biggest playlist in musical history. Even now, when my GF or somebody asks me who did a certain song, I can't help but answer, "fuckifiknow, ELP?"
I think I'm starting to see why no one understands me.
Thank god I am oblivious to the opinions of others while caught in the blinding splendor of my own cleverness.