There we were, years ago in a flat in Bloomsbury, which is a part of London, and a music kid asked me to put on some music. I did, Mona, QSMS, rock on. Boy listened for a minute and asked, "So where's the bass, man?" So where's the bass. Resisting the heady temptation to punch him in the face, I turned up the juke box. Rock on.
Excelsior,
LSP
1 comment:
I've always loved this song. Some in med res popstar asked me in the mid 90s, "Where's the bass, man."
Idiot.
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