Tonight, coming back from the fundraising dinner, I saw some guy walking down the street with an acoustic guitar and a stool. And I came up with the most evil plan, ever. It's not nice and I don't recommend it. But it's pretty funny. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Oooh, look! A guitarist without a case for his guitar and a stool! I bet he's a singer-songwriter! And he's going to sing some songs about a girl named Sarah, who broke his heart and left the dog behind. And how she drank all his coffee and/or beer.
P: Or possibly something all political and angry.
Me: OOOH!!! I have a great idea! When there is nothing to do, go watch an earnest singer-songwriter and afterwards go up an tell them that their music changed your perceptions on EVERYTHING!
P: Yeah! Like: Oh, man, I never thought about war that way. You're right! I...
Me: I can totally hear the sarcasm. You have to use ultimate sarcasm so they think you're really into it. Like this: wow, it sounds like that Sarah never really understood your artist soul...
P: I hear the sarcasm.
Me: DAMMIT. I was trying to be sincere. Ok. How about this: Wow, your music is amazing!
P: Nope. Maybe it's less "ultimate sarcasm" and more "acting."
Me: This will be on the "list of things to do when bored and can't find anything else to do."
An Erinku (in snarkiness, since I actually do like most singer-songwriter stuff):
whiny
because it's hot
I really can't remember
ever being cold
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