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At Hot Air, Allahpundit notes that science has identified the saddest song ever.
Pfffffffffffft.
That was my respect for science deflating just a bit. Not as much as it's done over this whole "man-made global warming" foofaraw, but a measurable bit, yes.
While a bunch of neurotic wussy europeans may inspire feelings in me, sadness doesn't come close to the top of the list — except when I think of the greatness that once was Western Culture. No, when I hear The Verve* what I feel is more akin to nausea.
If you want a sad song, try Rhett Miller's Come Around.
I'm thinking of adding it to my life's soundtrack album, probably between Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams† and the Justin Hayward's Forever Autumn.
* Definitely not to be mistaken for The Verve Pipe, a band I actually like.
† Sorry, Mom, there's a bad word in there.
Posted by Russ at 10:27 AM, December 15, 2006 in Music
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Seeing as how the "modern" singers really don't speak (sing?) clearly I didn't hear any bad word! But..............if you ever bleach your hair (what's left of it!) or wear eye shadow I'm really gonna flip out!
Posted by: marge at December 15, 2006 01:19 PM
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