Tom wrote:But consider this: If Five For Fighting lasts as long as the Eagles have, god help us. It'll be the musical version of a nuclear winter.
Well, yeah, state a hypothetical. Dude, hypothetically, if the members of Hanson had stayed the same age, and somehow were able to release like ten more albums of that stuff, I would have gone on a killing spree. If that "Hmm, hmm, hmm-mmm" shit-sandwich band from the nineties had stuck it out, the world might have ended. If Five for fighting end up doing anything other than working at Payless (not that there's anything wrong with Payless...), I'll start praying to Allah to forgive my heathen soul. But those are all "ifs". Like my dad used to tell me when I'd ask for the Atari for Christmas, "We deal with reality in this house, son." Then I'd go to my room and sob gently...
But that's beside the point! The point is, I've only heard Five for Fighting like twice. Oh, sure, I could taste the bile, but I can't remember the songs now. I'm good. No lasting ill effects from that band at all. But how many times have I had to suffer through "Desperado" or "Hotel California" and the ensuing, insidious echo. I actually still wonder what a "Calitas" is. Shit. Now that awful mess is stuck. Where's the post office?
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