Dear Log,
«However, American tastes don't run quite deep enough to appreciate such nuanced lyrics as "Why does it always rain on me?", so American labels decided to find something even lamer to fill in the mellow-rock void. But, Jesus, whose brilliant idea was it to give record deals to those smarmy date-rapist semi-jocks who play their acoustic guitars under the big oak tree in front of the dorms? It seems that rather than reviving the revolutionary spirit of folk music, the industry has finally decided to cash in on the buying power of a major college-age demographic: the infuriating hemp-necklaced Abercrombie-clad faux-surfer bastards who are always raising their hands in your Spanish class and asking how to say "four twenty" as a means of pandering for high-fives to the retarded clones they consider friends.»-- Dr. David Thorpe on "Jack Johnson and John Mayer", at Something Awful's "Your Band Sucks" section
hehehh heheheh eheh four twenny heheh.
