Hey all. I intended to write this about my band (
http://www.myspace.com/theexchangerate) I'm trying to get on Smash or Trash but what I wrote just seems to be general nonsense about the Best Show. If anybody might appreciate it, it would be hear.
To smash, or not to smash: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous callers,
Or to take arms against a sea of Newport Richey,
And by opposing end Fredericks? To heave: to ho;
No more; and by a heave to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand unnatural Larry the Perv Calls
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be GOMPed. To heave, to ho;
To heave: perchance to dream of AP Mike: ay, there's the rub;
For in that heave of ho what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal land-line,
Must give Friends of Tom pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long six hour best Best Shows;
For who would bear the stares and glares of hipsters from Prospect Park,
Spike's wrong, the proud man's doo-wop,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay in ticketing tall-bikers,
The insolence of Petey and the spurns
That patient merit of Tom the unworthy takes,
When Tom himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? H-man would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary Best Show,
But that the dread of something after heave,
The undiscover'd neighborhood of Newbridge from whose bourn
No caller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those Julie calls we have
Than fly to other from Cincinnati that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all nay Tom;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of Brice's skin,
And enterprises of great bong hit and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Best.
