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The Great Rock 'N' Roll Joke Book
How do you get a guitarist to stop playing?
Put a music sheet in front of him.
Rock 'n' roll has been a term in the American lexicon for nearly fifty years now. And all institutions-as reluctant as they may be-must face some skewering humor now and again. Rock 'n' roll's time has come.
Who better to serve up this irreverence than two veterans of the rock 'n' roll scene-and two members of the infamous Rock Bottom Remainders-Kathi Goldmark and Dave Marsh.
What do you call guys that hang out with musicians?
Drummers.
What did the bass player get on his IQ test?
Drool.
Put a music sheet in front of him.
Rock 'n' roll has been a term in the American lexicon for nearly fifty years now. And all institutions-as reluctant as they may be-must face some skewering humor now and again. Rock 'n' roll's time has come.
Who better to serve up this irreverence than two veterans of the rock 'n' roll scene-and two members of the infamous Rock Bottom Remainders-Kathi Goldmark and Dave Marsh.
What do you call guys that hang out with musicians?
Drummers.
What did the bass player get on his IQ test?
Drool.
- GenresNonfiction
112 pages, Paperback
First published September 15, 1997
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January 7, 2012
i think the number of reviews for this one, yukxtopossed as it is and is not by others that number in the thousands, speaks volumes about who we are, where we're going, and why the journey is the way it is.
bumpy.
and to think it all began w/plato, continued on with the other big heads who weighed in on the issue of comedy kicking it into the backseat where it was either one ignored or two relegated to the status of...we...the n-word...or white trash, red-neck, trailer-trash, third world status....ummm, others?
oh you bet.
either that or there simply weren't many printings of the book?
intro by roy blount, jr.
we'll get the spoiler out of the way first off....last joke: best joke of all: the rock and roll hall of fame is located in cleveland.
onward and upward...a good bathroom reader and we all have them.
why is an orgasm like a drum solo?
--you know it's coming and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
heh
why do catholics make the best drummers?
--they already practice the rhythm method.
hahahahahahahahaha!
how many rock critics does it take to change a light bulb?
heh! a thousand. one to change it and 999 to figure out is influences.
page 49, if it matters...ibid, and all that.
light entertaining read...like the man said in the intro...he didn't get all of them [either].
at the end there's some heaven/hell jokes...like one has to do w/the "only ones here"...heaven? classical musicians...thinking they are the only ones there...behind a cloud of clouds...maybe you heard the one about the hallway, bunch of rooms, various denominations behind each door, carrying on and so forth, behind one door....your favorite group, thinking they're the only ones there....
yes.
younger readers might not get the momma cass/karen carpenter jokes...though they might get the gist of them...
you have to wonder, though, what the world would be like if ole what's his name, homer was it? ....his margites?.....something about some idiot....if we had that intact still. like, would folk like sir philip sidney, who thought comedy was a sin...if done incorrectly...
how often did the ancients laugh? i mean you have all those nose amputations and genital smatterings in the ancient world...they must have all been pretty uptight. every one of them bad drummers.
and it's all a real hoot, when it comes down to it...cause like this sir philip sidney guy, standing on aristotle's shoulders, blasts comedy for appealing to the sinful nature....the base, the low...i mean, what the hell is murder? sticking poison in the man's ear? loving kindness?
all so tragic...verily.
bumpy.
and to think it all began w/plato, continued on with the other big heads who weighed in on the issue of comedy kicking it into the backseat where it was either one ignored or two relegated to the status of...we...the n-word...or white trash, red-neck, trailer-trash, third world status....ummm, others?
oh you bet.
either that or there simply weren't many printings of the book?
intro by roy blount, jr.
we'll get the spoiler out of the way first off....last joke: best joke of all: the rock and roll hall of fame is located in cleveland.
onward and upward...a good bathroom reader and we all have them.
why is an orgasm like a drum solo?
--you know it's coming and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
heh
why do catholics make the best drummers?
--they already practice the rhythm method.
hahahahahahahahaha!
how many rock critics does it take to change a light bulb?
heh! a thousand. one to change it and 999 to figure out is influences.
page 49, if it matters...ibid, and all that.
light entertaining read...like the man said in the intro...he didn't get all of them [either].
at the end there's some heaven/hell jokes...like one has to do w/the "only ones here"...heaven? classical musicians...thinking they are the only ones there...behind a cloud of clouds...maybe you heard the one about the hallway, bunch of rooms, various denominations behind each door, carrying on and so forth, behind one door....your favorite group, thinking they're the only ones there....
yes.
younger readers might not get the momma cass/karen carpenter jokes...though they might get the gist of them...
you have to wonder, though, what the world would be like if ole what's his name, homer was it? ....his margites?.....something about some idiot....if we had that intact still. like, would folk like sir philip sidney, who thought comedy was a sin...if done incorrectly...
how often did the ancients laugh? i mean you have all those nose amputations and genital smatterings in the ancient world...they must have all been pretty uptight. every one of them bad drummers.
and it's all a real hoot, when it comes down to it...cause like this sir philip sidney guy, standing on aristotle's shoulders, blasts comedy for appealing to the sinful nature....the base, the low...i mean, what the hell is murder? sticking poison in the man's ear? loving kindness?
all so tragic...verily.
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