There’s one of those alternative X-TREME SKATEBOARDING JESUS churches next door to me, and they have some kind of faith band practice every single day. They need it, honestly—to date, I have never, ever heard them play anything that didn’t sound exactly like an inept cover of Bush’s “Glycerine,” easily one of the worst songs of the nineties. Even as a twelve-year-old who wanted to have lie-down kisses with Gavin Rossdale I knew it was the weakest song in their oeuvre. It’s maddening. I feel really bad for the little Occupy encampment across the street; at least I have the protection of walls and a nice stereo to insulate me from having to hear a bunch of dudes with those gross long goatees rework fourth-tier grunge songs so they’ll be totally about the Lord, brah. Those poor bastards out in their tents, fighting the good fight, getting rewarded with that. It seriously sounds so bad that a part of me wonders if they’re doing it on purpose to drive the Occupiers away.
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