Much belated random musings

Whilst in Germany hanging with friends rolling down the autobahn in a Mercedes-Benz, Colette and I discovered this song. "Autobahn?", "Mercedes-Benz?", "friends?" Yeah, I know. It's hard to believe when I think about it besides the fact that the first sentence would make a killer line in a chart-topping white-kid gansta' rap song (imagine it in cadence to "Fresh Prince of Belair). Alex and Kirstin were playing some music in the car and played this little gem. Incredibly catchy it is for being what it is - German's rapping. So take this little ditty and add it to your next East Compton super-fresh hip-hop beats playlist on your I-poop.



Hard-core nerds and music afficianados alike will recognize the chord progression as
something very similiar to what they have listened to thousands of time. Come on. Think really hard. It's probably in the tape deck of your T-bird. (It's the jam section on GNR's "Sweet Child of Mine" only a half step sharp)

There is so much garbage on television it's like finding a peanut in a heaping load of elephant feces. Luckily for you, I've donned the latex gloves and found that aforementioned peanut. The show is called "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" and it's hysterical. Here is a character named Charlie. Imagine him as a funnier, angrier version of George Castanza.