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This Christmas, give the gift of music. Here are a few ideas, from my iPod to yours.
Merry Christmas everyone!
(shout out to Bruce Garrison for the inspiration)
Monday, December 04, 2006
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Got it get me some LeFevre... if you know what I mean.
In case you can't read it, the title of Mylon's record is called, "Weak At the Knees".
I would have guessed, "Limp At the Wrist."
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
merry Christmas!!
What a hoot.
Wonder what we will look like to others 20 years or so from now!!
Scary!!
Sandy
I'm scared 'now.' Ha...
In case you can't read it, the title of Mylon's record is called, "Weak At the Knees".
I would have guessed, "Limp At the Wrist."
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Holy crap!
I just realized that is a man!
Eeeeek!
And this from my blog...
What if we combine the two, and do drugs on Christmas?
...cracked me up. :D Say, maybe someone could toke up and listen to one of those aforelisted albums on Christmas day! ;)
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why, oh why, did the one dude think that he should have a picture of him in the shower on the album cover? and the twins?
the funniest thing is the IDEA that these just may actually BE on your ipod.
hehehehehehehheh . . .
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
the album titles are SOOOO wrong.
maybe that's just me
Just keep on swingin' that gospel ax, Dorsey!
whatever that means.
This is hilarous stuff. Reminds me of my intern.
Blessings
The funny thing is, if I knew where to send it, you would totally be recieving some of these gospel classics in your stocking :)
And, I think the guy getting 'showered' on is supposed to be some kind of statement about being cleansed in living water or something. That would be my guess at least - I think his mustache makes the picture though.
I've been laughing at those album covers since I saw them this morning.
I heard that Mylon LeFevre can really preach the Word. But, what would possess him to wear a white doiley.
And what is he doing with his mouth?
I don't remember if it was the Word, but he sure preached. I saw him in concert in the early 80s. All the radio ads pimped the guy as having played on stage with Pink Floyd, the Stones, and every other huge band you can think of. I paid fifteen dollars (the same as I had paid to see The Police) to go hear this guy play five songs and preach for an hour and a half. I was so pissed.
And his band wasn't even good. I was ripped off on every side. I guess this is me having the last laugh.
(I can't say much, though. I have to confess that the Amason twins look uncomfortably like me in the seventies.)
I have to confess that the Amason twins look uncomfortably like me...
I wasn't going to say anything, but since you broached the subject...
That Jim Post LP looks like porn... plain & simple.
senor jefe, I agree. He kind of looks like the dude from Reno 911 too.
Holy freaking shiteski, is that a ventriloquist dummy on that woman's album cover???
Jim Post? I thought it said Jim Poot...I was laughing my butt off....
hey I typed in Jim Post on my search engine, and now he does Mark Twain "plays"
That is scarey in itself.
Sandy
yes, zeke, a puppet because "trees talk too"
i wonder if it does harmony?
I think the woman on the cover of the "Joyce" album was separated at birth with Steve Taylor's character in the "Lifeboat" video.
Judge for yourself.
Oh I love these albums and what they stand for.
Let me Touch Him - The loving heartbeat of 4 Catholic Priests competing for the same boy.
Saving that Gospel Axe - The album that took the words of cutting of hands (and other body parts) literally.
Can I borrow a feeling - The pathetic cry of one loser's last shot at finding some pity.
I love my life - the story of a rugged nudist and his love of water
The handless organist - truly a miracle they made this album - with Michael W. Smith accompanying as background vocals to a variety of weird key changes.
Joyce - self titled debut of a church organist with an ego the size of her glasses (and hair-do).
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