Frankly, I doubt Comrade McBroington's dedication to break-out pop group Nation of Slam.
It's not what he said, but rather how he said it.
To wit: "You can't fire me, Cam, because I quit already."
It was said in a very, very snide tone. If he can't respect me and my music, I don't know if we can work together on this project.
McBroington, consider this blog post your formal notice: You're out of the band.
Meanwhile! He has been replaced by Comrade Desmond D. Danger, who can play powerchords but little else. Also, his son can play the ukulele.
C: How well can he play it?
D: Not very well. Terribly, actually.
I can almost taste the Grammy. It has a flat, coppery taste. I actually invited Desmond D. Danger to join the band because I was under the impression that he knew how to play the recorder - a much maligned instrument very much under-represented in today's break out pop hit-making - but it turned out I was thinking of someone else.
IN OTHER MUSICAL NEWS: I saw a dude with a bouzouki walking in the street yesterday. I feel like I should follow that statement up with some sort of joke, but this is the best I could come up with:
Say, did you hear that David Hicks joined Jethro Tull?
Oh really! What does he play?