Three old men were gathered around their regular table at a Chardon, OH, donut shop this morning when “Don’t Think I Don’t Think About It” came on the radio and the discussion turned to its singer, occasional Hootie and the Blowfish frontman Darius Rucker. “There’s something different about that guy,” suggested Joe Robinson, 71, retired plumber and lifelong Chardon resident. “You mean he’s doing country western but he came from pop music?” asked Sam Wilson, 67, as a bead of sweat trickled down his hairline. “No, that’s not it,” replied Joe, “there’s something else.” “Well, he’s bald. That’s unusual for a young man,” mused Walter Jones, 70, his voice cracking with anxiety. “That’s not it either,” said Joe, shaking his head. “He’s sort of like Charley Pride in a way. The tone of his… voice, I mean.” The three men sat in silence for a few minutes, chewing their donuts and staring blankly into space, before Sam tentatively began: “Well, he’s also bl…” Just then, the door rattled open and a customer stepped inside, prompting all three men to eagerly resume reading their newspapers.
Concept by Farce the Music
He’s also bl-ogging?
Bl-and? Bl-oated? Bl-essed with a commanding stage presence?
The world may never know.
Shades of “Blazing Saddles”. I was kind of hoping someone would construct an old church bell tower in DC overlooking the presidential parade route for a little town crier/bell ringing hi-jinx. Oops, forgot about the “hate crimes” laws these days… (Hey, there isn’t any restriction on really, really bad taste around here is there? Hmm….)