What an absurd album title, undoubtedly designed to drum up the attention that the music couldn’t.

This weekend was full of political upheaval and marches and demonstrations. I did my own march in protest against jazz. Not many people joined, but the ones that did will continue to vehemently rally against this stagnant and lugubrious genre, which belongs in the musty basements of abandoned dance-halls in Depression era ghost towns.

Thx dude, my entire life seems to be one comedic misenterpretation, though more tragic as of late. And thanks to the good people at nodata for music and song and laughter. Does anybody remember laughter… LZ reference…
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