Follower or Leader?

[debra1rlo]

I'd bet eduardo would value your opinion more if you'd just commit to being English. That and if you composed and performed fruity, accessible pop music.

Could I do everything except the being fruity part...?

You wouldn't have to be fruity per se, just your music.

[dirty oscillators]

Weren't Spinal Tap once the New Originals?

[alex trebek] Sorry, that was the Thamesmen.... The Thamesmen [/alex trebek]
http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/alabaster/A503650

Sorry, it's confusing for me as I don't know if I'm American or English.

it must be really difficult determining which accent to use when you speak.

It is - I don't know whether to pronounce color with or without the 'u'.

wow, how frustrating... i can just picture you not sure of which lane to drive in and swerving back an forth between the left and right lanes. how to you put up with cops pulling you over every day because they think you're driving while intoxicated?

[dirty oscillators]

I'd bet eduardo would value your opinion more if you'd just commit to being English. That and if you composed and performed fruity, accessible pop music.

Could I do everything except the being fruity part...?

You wouldn't have to be fruity per se, just your music.

jeez Deb, why do you want everyone to sound like you? you *must* be a hardcore leader and not a follower.

[robogone]

i can just picture you not sure of which lane to drive in and swerving back an forth between the left and right lanes. how to you put up with cops pulling you over every day because they think you're driving while intoxicated?

Actually it's not as hard as you think. I just make sure I'm shitfaced before I drive anywhere and the two cancel each other out.

[serve]

Not all people are subject to change at such increasing speeds. Take a step back and ponder the field of life. Each time a blade of grass is cut so goes another soul. Each time fertilizer is spread so fertilizes another life. And each time we walk on the softness of it all so it screams GET THE f**k OFF!

We stand erect to the thoughts of life moving out and forward as time rushes us to an end. within life's spot light we are nothing more then glimpses of lust and love gone mad on the fumes of life's indulgences. At times in our lives the field seems so close and big, its green leaves shifting in the wind like our lives to the hands of time. our field is Big enough for everyone to run and play and be as one. As the world twists over and over in its greedy sky the field shrinks and moves further away. Until one day you find your field, the very one you loved as a child is nothing more then a square by square plot of dieing and weed infested back yard in your very own suburban hell.

If at all we ever come to after all this canned up life is knowing life and feeding upon its scraps it throws down from its perch high a top the bottom of the world, then I say to you my friend good riddance and goodnight. But we as a "suiciety" can kill our selves before the gruesome discovery that we could love and grow back our field in a splendor that would shame the gods and throw them down to their own created pit of heaven to freeze and squirm their deviant bodies.

Know your hell and you will know your neighbors. Touch their thoughts and steal their lawn Gnomes, for this is the way to enlightenment so says the great fear in the sky. You make your own pickled relish of life and others who cannot figure out their own recipe must smear your relish over their own hotdog. It's a true and startling fact to come to grips with. But as your life progresses and you become separated and wise your relish recipe becomes known far and wide. All people great and small will flow toward you to taste your faultless relish.

I say to you do not become a dead animal along the road of society. Run from it and don't look back. Picture your endless field and make haste in its karmic direction. If you love and let others love you your field will grow without the blood of life to water it. Understanding those around you and never hesitating to knock them down when they get to high will ensure the tightest grip on your demons. Your demons are not unlike mine, we are the same you and I, and everyone. Once the world understands this wave of unconsciousness our relish will mix and our fields will become one.

Understand?

[dirty oscillators]

i can just picture you not sure of which lane to drive in and swerving back an forth between the left and right lanes. how to you put up with cops pulling you over every day because they think you're driving while intoxicated?

Actually it's not as hard as you think. I just make sure I'm shitfaced before I drive anywhere and the two cancel each other out.

ah, judging from this method of thought - you must be American.

there you go, it's solved and you don't have to eat bangers and mash anymore!

[debra1rlo]

Not all people are subject to change at such increasing speeds....

Know your hell and you will know your neighbors. Touch their thoughts and steal their lawn Gnomes, for this is the way to enlightenment so says the great fear in the sky. You make your own pickled relish of life and others who cannot figure out their own recipe must smear your relish over their own hotdog. It's a true and startling fact to come to grips with. But as your life progresses and you become separated and wise your relish recipe becomes known far and wide. All people great and small will flow toward you to taste your faultless relish...

Understand?

Uhhh, you want us to steal our neighbors lawn gnomes but then invite them over to barbecue hot dogs, that is, if we have enough homemade relish?

[debra1rlo]

I'd bet eduardo would value your opinion more if you'd just commit to being English. That and if you composed and performed fruity, accessible pop music.

Could I do everything except the being fruity part...?

You wouldn't have to be fruity per se, just your music.

jeez Deb, why do you want everyone to sound like you? you *must* be a hardcore leader and not a follower.

Dirty, I'm just writing for the marketplace. Giving the people what they want. I've been convinced by this thread that originality is overrated.

[vespers75]

Understand?

xoxos will perhaps.

[dirty oscillators]

Dirty, I'm just writing for the marketplace. Giving the people what they want. I've been convinced by this thread that originality is overrated.

don't forget that music is a competition as well that must always be judged based on analytical and quantitative measures. there are certain parameters that make up a fruity characteristic and you must strictly follow those rules to make it acceptable.

(i know you know this already, but just stating it for everyone else, including Robojam who hopefully will start making acceptable music)

[debra1rlo]

Dirty, I'm just writing for the marketplace. Giving the people what they want. I've been convinced by this thread that originality is overrated.

don't forget that music is a competition as well that must always be judged based on analytical and quantitative measures. there are certain parameters that make up a fruity characteristic and you must strictly follow those rules to make acceptable music.

Don't forget it must meet certain qualitative standards as well. Of course, we the musicians have no idea what that is. But the critics will know, and that's good enough for me.

[debra1rlo]

Oh, I almost forgot.

Why? Why? Why? Why did this thread have to happen?

[vurt]

ooh. foldable women, just what i need.

[robogone]

Understand?

xoxos will perhaps.

[dirty oscillators]

ooh. foldable women, just what i need.

i thought you already folded them since European cars have small trunks...