I'm sorry. I'm such a bitch, and I'm not doing anything better so I'm no one to talk. But, 1 minute of mindless band chatter and three minutes of hillbilly cliché? Felt like I'd walked into a backwater bar in Kentucky and had to yell to get a warm beer. I could almost smell the cigarette smoke. Saw the singer in a gingham top tied above the belly button, with Daisy Dukes below it displaying a prominent camel toe. Guitar player had on a wicker cowboy hat, plaid shirt, jeans and steel-toed shitkickers while his well-worn Tele hung at about crotch level, where he knew it was cool. Drummer was sweating like pig, suffering the DTs waiting on that evening's crowd to come in and start buying rounds for the band.
Wait... did I say all that out loud? :laughing7:
What I meant to say was: Well done, but I was bored to death. I don't even know how I'm typing this. Rigor mortis should set in by now. Leave it off the album.