My band, CPG, is having our Reunion / Farewell tour... er gig at the end of July. We're getting the origional members together for a one night performance, and the following day Pat, our main song writer, rhythm guitarist and poster designer, is leaving for LA for an internship and probably won't be coming back, so we're all going our seperate ways. I am going to forward this over to him. He'll love it and maybe borrow the idea.
"I love the banana. That is a rock and roll poster."
Actually, I thought it was a joint, not a banana, which makes my interpretation more rock and roll than anyone else's here. Even though it was wrong. It's still a cool poster, though, even if it is a banana instead of a joint. Now, where did I leave that bag of Cheetos?
Ah, for the days when you could plan your weekend staring at flyers stapled to a kiosk.
In the adult world of work, this devolves into taped-up car-for-sale ads, retirement coffees, and bad cartoons of laughing men saying, "You want it when?"
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11 comments:
On campus, in front of the Womyn's Studies Center?
I should add that I loved this poster. Great energy!
My band, CPG, is having our Reunion / Farewell tour... er gig at the end of July. We're getting the origional members together for a one night performance, and the following day Pat, our main song writer, rhythm guitarist and poster designer, is leaving for LA for an internship and probably won't be coming back, so we're all going our seperate ways. I am going to forward this over to him. He'll love it and maybe borrow the idea.
I love the banana. That is a rock and roll poster.
Well, that didn't work. My last post was supposed to start with a link, like so:
My band, CPG, is having our Reunion / Farewell tour...
"I love the banana. That is a rock and roll poster."
Actually, I thought it was a joint, not a banana, which makes my interpretation more rock and roll than anyone else's here. Even though it was wrong. It's still a cool poster, though, even if it is a banana instead of a joint. Now, where did I leave that bag of Cheetos?
somfeller, I thought the little red monkey with its hand in his mouth was a corn-cob pipe at first. Still looks more like that than a monkey.
Ah, for the days when you could plan your weekend staring at flyers stapled to a kiosk.
In the adult world of work, this devolves into taped-up car-for-sale ads, retirement coffees, and bad cartoons of laughing men saying, "You want it when?"
And the weekend was planned a month ago.
Dang.
"Watts" as in a unit of energy.
Sheesh.
Casual, kneejerk racism?
Fortunately those of us in areas not profiled in Crash don't make that connection so easily, apparently.
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