I see Bob Dylan
has released an album of Xmas songs: great, two of my least favourite things combined...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:30, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I hope there is a duet with Bowie.
That would make my year.


Edit - I actually thought of you when I chose my calender for next year. Guess what I picked : )
( girlinthehole, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:31, Reply)

.
Bowie Miley Cyrus
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:32, Reply)

I didn't know
there was a TRACTOR calendar?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:41, Reply)

The leather faced CUNT
Let's hope it's his last Christmas and this time next year he's worm food.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:32, Reply)

how the fuck can you think calling bob dylan a cunt is acceptable.

(PsychoChomp, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:34, Reply)

Piece of piss. He's an awful cunt.
He's written a couple of decent songs that other people have made acceptable (thank you Jimi Hendrix and, at a push, The Byrds), but his own records are fucking rubbish.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:40, Reply)

fuck you cunt,
anyone who wrote Hurricane gets a free pass for life.
(PsychoChomp, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:45, Reply)

Wasn't that Scorpions?

(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 10:28, Reply)

I'm afraid you're wrong again
you see, your problem is you listen to far too much dreadful musical wanking psychadelia. Blood on the Tracks is a superb album and that's an internet FACT.
(Bazongaloid, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:46, Reply)

also The Travelling Wilburys are awesome.

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:47, Reply)

Even the most well thought out and prescient lyrics
turn to shit when they are bleated out by someone who basically can't fucking sing.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:49, Reply)

and plays harmonica like a tramp with pleurisy...

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:50, Reply)

I bet you rate X Factor finalists don't you?

(PsychoChomp, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:50, Reply)

That's why Blood on the Tracks is so good
the production makes it sound like he really can sing.
(Bazongaloid, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:51, Reply)

that must have been an epic piece of turd-polishing

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:56, Reply)

Right....
...The Dylan Xmas album is shite - that I readily admit but if you are suggesting that the Bob is a cunt then I am afraid I am forced to ask you to meet me on Hampstead Heath at dawn tomorrow.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 11:02, Reply)

It is precisely because I know a fair bit about psychedelia
that I feel qualified to state that 'take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship' is the epitome of 'musical wanking psychadelia' (sic) of which you speak. 'Mr Tambourine Man' is so very, very gay, and along with Scott McKenzie's '(are you going to) San Francisco' succinctly summarises the shit end of the psychedelic/hippie era. Bent as a nine-bob note.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 15:16, Reply)

With consumate ease.

(Cancer Joy was short lived, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:40, Reply)

Whenever I hear that
God-awful incompetent asthmatic harmonica playing and shitty nasal voice it makes me want to hurt animals.

And the whole generation of smug bearded pseudo-beatnik American fucking students that, you know, Dylan really spoke for, can also fuck right off and take hook-nosed boredom-monger Joan cunting Baez with them.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 9:46, Reply)

You are right about Baez.
Face like a Shitzu too
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Mon 14 Dec 2009, 11:03, Reply)