Here's Mud in Your Perspicacity
Please hit me over the head with my thesaurus if I ever write a sentence like this one:
"Where Is My Love?" sounds like something from a Disney production of Robert Bresson's Mouchette, Marshall's naive piano heartbreakingly augmented by a perspicacious string section that synesthetically serves the dramatic function of a Greek chorus.
(Curt Cloninger, "Prozac Nation Goes Honky Tonk," Paste, p. 92, February/March 06)
"Where Is My Love?" sounds like something from a Disney production of Robert Bresson's Mouchette, Marshall's naive piano heartbreakingly augmented by a perspicacious string section that synesthetically serves the dramatic function of a Greek chorus.
(Curt Cloninger, "Prozac Nation Goes Honky Tonk," Paste, p. 92, February/March 06)
posted by George at 2:10 PM
3 Comments:
and you won't get mad?
Well, at least he'd have to be sitting down for you to reach his head, so one could whack 'im and then get a good running lead...
Well, at least he'd have to be sitting down for you to reach his head, so one could whack 'im and then get a good running lead...
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