Music by Eric
“Stupid fucking saxophone crap. I hate this kid of fucking music. Goddamn white bushy apes and spear chuckers snapping their gay little fingers and tapping their faggot little shoes. I want to take that sax and toss it into a vat of molten steel along with its owner or maybe charge into their gay little nightclub blasting away with an AR-15 and kill every one of those punkass happy jazzy fucksticks.
Oh Jesus, this is even worse than the last piece. This is what passes for music these days? Buddah, I could go get a music contract. What category is this BS anyway? Shell blowing bone whacking tree shaking Jazz? I really don’t want to hear about some annoying middle aged loser whining about his stupid stream of consciousness type lyrics. Next they will throw in some frogs croaking or chainsaws roaring.
Hmm, a bit calmer so far, no jungle bunnies running around banging on things. Is this a fast pace song for the Earth spirit club maybe? Thank God there aren’t any lyrics. I find that lyrics can often ruin good music. Well this isn’t so bad, kind of trancey. Quick too. Was that a dog. Oh goodie, I hear space invaders now. Damn it, more random crap. Jesus now it’s ruined. Stupid symbols or whatever they are called. Must be hard to carry THAT beat. OK now stop screwing with it.
Oh yippee, Enya wannabe, with a twist of 80’s synthesizer in it. Now we are a jamming dude. Ugh I need some KMFDM. Is this the soundtrack to a little fantasy movie about a boy and his starship cruiser? Sounds like something aerobics classes dance to when they forget their CD’s. Hmm, for some reason I feel like flying through a city with the spics girls.
Ugh, this is indescribable. I feel like I am walking around in a friggin cartoon for God’s sake. Bloody burrito boys and their little banjo barakas. What the fuck is this! Screw you guys, I’m going to lunch, and listening to good fucking music.”