Th' Word Is Spreading Hilther and Yoon

Th' Passion Of Th' Feist.

A feist. A mission. A holy writ.

Whatever the fuck that is.


Anonymous jesus said...

Dude, you fucking slay me.

Do you do parties, man?

You make fuckin' Larry David seem like a fuckin' statue.

Listen, I'm getting together this little thing at my place, you know? Like an early autumn party? Dude- I'm telling you- come on over, mingle, do your thing, I'll give you three hundred bucks and all the coke you can snort.

And if you're really funny I'll let you fuck my ass.

11:45 PM  
Blogger Bobby Lightfoot said...

Dude, I'm fuckin' IN.

Four hundred, though.

And a reacharound.

11:46 PM  
Anonymous jesus said...

Three-fifty and I'll jingle yer nuts like sleighbells, compadre.

11:47 PM  
Blogger Bobby Lightfoot said...

I'm IN. Date, time, place.

11:51 PM  
Anonymous jesus said...

NICE. I'll email you the particulars. These fuckin' asshole Christers get a hold of my address and shit they'll fuckin' crucify me again.

11:53 PM  
Blogger fgfdsg said...

Hey man, I dare you to enter this one:


Where you too can have your songwriting judged by such masters of the form as Fucking Frank Black, who wouldn't know how to write a song if it jumped up his arse and out his mouth, and who once wrote a song called 'Whatever Happened To Pong?', and Peter Hook, who obviously has never realised in 20+ years that Bernard Sumner can't write a melody or a decent lyric for shit, and, wtf? A dork from Modest Mouse???

One the plus side, Brian Wilson, Steve Lillywhite, Tom Waits. Still a month left to enter.

5:27 AM  
Blogger Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

That's really your dog there, right? How the hell'd you get him to lie still like that & take his pic? That must've taken some serious Photoshoppin' to get it just so!

11:52 AM  
Blogger Bobby Lightfoot said...


Hey I've got a precious couple of hours carved out from th' mayhem to track your song today. Wooo-hooo!

Yeah, that contest costs thirty bucks per song. I could get "Abbey Road" *and* "Help". An oil change! 1/8 of a oz. of fine hydroponic marihuana! A set of bass strings.

Dude, all th' housewives entering their country song? I haven't got a prayer.

BSUWG- what exactly are you implying? That Sal isn't th' One True Feist?

yeah, it's this thing I do where I put her between my legs and hold her arms out and say "passion of th' feist"!

If you're twelve it's the funniest damn thing.

2:12 PM  
Blogger fgfdsg said...

LOL The contest sounds like bullshit to me too, but on the other hand, if I had talent like yours, it's only $30 and Brian Wilson could possibly hear something you've done.

Actually, maybe they should only charge you $15 in his case, since technically he'd only hear half the mix.

Man, i feel so bad for asking you about that silly little song now. Is there any way I can help you out? Can I buy you 'Help' and 'Abbey Road' again?

4:21 PM  
Blogger Bobby Lightfoot said...

Boo hoo! Poor poor Bobby!

Dude, talent ain't a factor. It can't hurt, I guess. Actually, sometimes it can hurt.

Hey, pick a song and put it in th' contest and if it wins you can have half. Sweet!

7:06 PM  
Blogger Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

"Passion of the Feist"

When I was a kid, we had a little mutt called Puffy. My dad used to buy these little cheddar-flavored crackers; they were round and resembled the communion host (which you'll recognize if you're familiar with the catholic ritual of communion), except they were orange. Anyway, dad used to tell Puffy to sit & then he'd say "The Body of Cheddar" (in his best imitation of a priest) and cerimoniously feed the cracker to the dog. He never tired of that trick (and neither did I, or the dog), though my born-again mom didn't think it was so funny.

1:50 PM  
Anonymous Mel Gibson's Dad said...

The Mews did it! They killed Feist! Feist-killers! Dirty pussies!

PS Mr. Bobby I hope you have youtube because I had no material for today...

1:41 PM  
Blogger mdhatter said...

i dunno simon. I rather like frank black. his album tracks are studio live, no multi-tracking; his first band was about 10-15 years ahead of schedule; and he has absolutely no respect for his audiences opinion.

what's not to like?

6:53 PM  

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