I concur with your choice of Kravitz. Lenny has made bland, mediocre soulrock rehashes, stirring the singed remnants of his predecessors' brilliance (namely the king cool of one Curtis Mayfield). While the US drowns in a bath of blood and cruel oil, and North Korea nukes the redwood forests of the Northwest, I will defiantly stand in my underwear on the roof of the house here in Maine and sing, "It Ain't Over, Til It's Over," since the Music Industry's Fickle Bomb of Nuclear Untalent has always rewarded for good fashion sense and regurgitated riffs. World Peace to all (and I bet Saddam is singing the same song as me).
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Michael McLaughlin
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I concur with your choice of Kravitz. Lenny has made bland, mediocre soulrock rehashes, stirring the singed remnants of his predecessors' brilliance (namely the king cool of one Curtis Mayfield). While the US drowns in a bath of blood and cruel oil, and North Korea nukes the redwood forests of the Northwest, I will defiantly stand in my underwear on the roof of the house here in Maine and sing, "It Ain't Over, Til It's Over," since the Music Industry's Fickle Bomb of Nuclear Untalent has always rewarded for good fashion sense and regurgitated riffs. World Peace to all (and I bet Saddam is singing the same song as me).
