Archive for the ‘Music’ Category
Or for a much shorter power metal summary:
Tradition, after all.
And it is a standard.
Working on some more large posts, so in the meantime, may as well enjoy the season a bit.
Federal officials have launched an investigation after a set of names were found carved into a national monument in Montana where explorer William Clark signed his moniker more than 200 years ago.
The new marking on Pompeys Pillar National Monument is about 3 feet from the signature of Clark, a member of the Corps of Discovery expedition that opened a land route to the West. It reads: “Cole + Shpresa 10/10/2013″ and includes a heart.
Bureau of Land Management personnel noticed the carving on the sandstone formation during a walkthrough Oct. 17. Someone had to climb over a railing to make it.
Officials told KRTV.com that Cole Randall and Shpresa Lieshiaj, both of Minnesota, were questioned by park officials after a silent alarm was triggered. Authorities have not identified either Randall or Lieshiaj as suspects.
Seriously, they carved their names IN STONE. Cole may not be the most uncommon name, but Cole + Shpresa? And authorities found it the same day a silent alarm was triggered… and they encountered two people named Cole and Shpresa there… and they still couldn’t connect the dots?
Or is the BLM cop who handles defacing of historical sites still on furlough?
On Thursday, officials confirmed that Cole Randall and Shpresa Lieshiaj were the couple that was stopped at the historic monument after a silent alarm was triggered.
Randall and Kieshiaj are a singing duo in Minnesota that perform as “Flora Cash.”
Their website states that they were on a tour of the “heartland” from July 20 through October 17.
Modern folk musicians suck. Their music sucks, and they suck. And their vandalism sucks in its own special ways beyond just run-of-the-mill sucking.
It looks like it was scribbled by some half-literate cretins who sing folk music… just another hint for the BLM cops.
For comparison, Clark scribed his signature in an era with no graphic designers:
Those folk-vomiting troglodytes aren’t out with Arlo Guthrie and riding the rails like 1930s hobos and experiencing some fictionalized America as it was, they’re not Bob Dylans or musical Jack Kerouacs or Hunter S. Thompsons, they’re not on the edge of rediscovering American music, they’re just filthy rubber tramp vandals who need to be flogged.
And just because folk musicians suck and folk music sucks and needs to be reminded it sucks, I’m going to post some Frederic Fucking Chopin: