Tanya’s Army Of Awfulness: CAPTAIN BEEFHEART

What I find quite interesting is the fact that even though you apparently hate music, you still have an obsession with listening to the stuff. I hate onions, I don’t keep on eating all the different varieties …because it’s not pleasant for me. Ever considered getting help with your addiction to hatred? Or do you like hatred? Bevause if you like hatred surely you must like the stuff that you hate because it brings on hatred…which means in a funny roundabout kind of way you do infact love music.

Kind regards.

if that album is so bad why do we see it on every list of the best 100 records of all time? i never bought it because the cover makes me sick although i understand that it is arty. you got my curiosity going in hating it so much: i will by it and see if i will hate it as much, or less or maybe i will like it, or may be love it (i doubt it ‘tough)

rock desire

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