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Earl wrote:IMO, he doenst mix well with all these "country" singers who are guest starring on his new CD...

tryin' to reason wrote:2. I don't like country, and clearly the vast majority of this music is country

Key Lime Lee wrote:

Earl wrote:IMO, he doenst mix well with all these "country" singers who are guest starring on his new CD...

What Cartmill said. IMHO I think it's kind of uncool to assume that without hearing the record first.

When you hear the whole thing the duets are great... the Nanci Griffith one and Toby Keith one are real standouts. Borrow someone's CD and give it three our four listens before you dismiss it. It may be a little twangier than FSOTW, but it's a great record.

Tiki Bar wrote:I won't be impressed or un-impressed until I hear it.

I'm buying it because:
1. I buy JB albums to hear JB, in any way, shape, or form he throws my way.
2. I like country, and eagerly anticipate hearing just how country it is.
3. I blindly buy everything anyone produces, just because I'm a phan.

Tiki Bar wrote:I won't be impressed or un-impressed until I hear it.

I'm buying it because:
1. I buy JB albums to hear JB, in any way, shape, or form he throws my way.
2. I like country, and eagerly anticipate hearing just how country it is.
3. I blindly buy everything anyone produces, just because I'm a phan.

phrankbama wrote:We continue to beat a dead horse.

rednekkPH wrote:

phrankbama wrote:We continue to beat a dead horse.

Well, it's alot more humane than beating a live one.

A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table,
a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with
large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have
been an ingratiating smile on its lips.

'Good evening', it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches,
'I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts
of my body?'

It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in
to a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.

Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from
Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and
naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox.

'Something off the shoulder perhaps?' suggested the animal,
'Braised in a white wine sauce?'

'Er, your shoulder?' said Arthur in a horrified whisper.

'But naturallymy shoulder, sir,' mooed the animal contentedly,
'nobody else's is mine to offer.'

Zaphod leapt to his feet and started prodding and feeling
the animal's shoulder appreciatively.

'Or the rump is very good,' murmured the animal. 'I've been
exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot
of good meat there.'

It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew
the cud. It swallowed the cud again.

'Or a casselore of me perhaps?' it added.

'You mean this animal actually wants us to eat it?' whispered
Trillian to Ford.

'Me?' said Ford, with a glazed look in his eyes, 'I don't mean
anything.'

'That's absolutely horrible,' exclaimed Arthur, 'the most revolting
thing I've ever heard.'

'What's the problem Earthman?' said Zaphod, now transfering his
attention to the animal's enormous rump.

'I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing there
inviting me to,' said Arthur, 'It's heartless.'

'Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be
eaten,' said Zaphod.

'That's not the point,' Arthur protested. Then he thought about it
for a moment. 'Alright,' he said, 'maybe it is the point. I don't
care, I'm not going to think about it now. I'll just ... er ... I
think I'll just have a green salad,' he muttered.

'May I urge you to consider my liver?' asked the animal,
'it must be very rich and tender by now, I've been force-feeding
myself for months.'

'A green salad,' said Arthur emphatically.

'A green salad?' said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly
at Arthur.

'Are you going to tell me,' said Arthur, 'that I shouldn't have
green salad?'

'Well,' said the animal, 'I know many vegetables that are
very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually
decided to cut through the whoile tangled problem and breed
an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of
saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am.'

It managed a very slight bow.

'Glass of water please,' said Arthur.

'Look,' said Zaphod, 'we want to eat, we don't want to make
a meal of the issues. Four rare stakes please, and hurry.
We haven't eaten in five hundred and sevebty-six thousand
million years.'

The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle.
'A very wise coice, sir, if I may say so. Very good,' it
said, 'I'll just nip off and shoot myself.'

He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur.
'Don't worry, sir,' he said, 'I'll be very humane.'

It waddled unhurriedly off to the kitchen.

phrankbama wrote:We continue to beat a dead horse.

Key Lime Lee wrote:

rednekkPH wrote:

phrankbama wrote:We continue to beat a dead horse.

Well, it's alot more humane than beating a live one.

Wow. I thought I was the only Douglas Adams fan on this site. Nice quote.

Lono wrote:

Key Lime Lee wrote:

rednekkPH wrote:

phrankbama wrote:We continue to beat a dead horse.

Well, it's alot more humane than beating a live one.

Well, unless the live horse ASKS to be beaten...

...or eaten...

Restaurant At The End of the Universe anyone?

Wow. I thought I was the only Douglas Adams fan on this site. Nice
quote.