I'd been feeling rather pleased with myself the other day when picking up the best of Dinosaur Jr on CD for 99p in a charity shop. At least that's what I thought I'd bought. It wasn't till I played the CD for the first time earlier today that the full horror of what I'd done became apparent - the disc inside wasn't actually the best of Dinosaur Jr at all, but an album by the Offspring. The horror!
Namesakes #121: Travis
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You talkin’ to me?
You talkin’ to me?
You talkin’ to me?
Then who the hell else are you talkin’ to?
You talkin’ to me?
Well I’m the only one here...
17 hours ago
4 comments:
Similar thing happened to me once. The CD case said Dusty Springfield. The CD said Dusty Springfield. But when I put it on it was what sounded like an organ recital in a church hall somewhere. Nasty.
And to think, people gloss over Dusty's church hall organ recital phase whenever her name comes up nowadays. Tcha!
Will you hate me forever if I said that I'd consider that a result? ;-)
Course not! Each to their own and all that.
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