This song brought a heavy metal tear to my eye. Like titanium dropping with a loving clunk right into my soul. Then again that scary white bassist in the doo rag brought tears to my eyes too, but mostly because he made them bleed in fear.
This song is beautiful. I bet wherever black betty is, probably on a street corner because to earn yourself a track like this you've got to be trickin' it as a pro ho... she's got a smile on her face.
I hope when she gets really old, that she walks aimlessly down the streets with a shopping cart and when people get near her she turns to them calmly then screams BAAAMM BAALLLAAAMM!!!! at the top of her lungs.
That is all.
Posted by: J at September 23, 2008 09:39 PMOn second thought, that is not all.
I neglected to mention the pure harmonic value added to this song by the guy who doesn't have a musical instrument off to the left madly clapping his hands.
... Is he even with the band or is he like a neighbor who came by to see what was going on and just jumped in there. If he's going to be out wandering to musician's houses he should bring like a cowbell or something...
What does he do when they tour? Do you think he ever gets too sick to perform? Like he can't possibly clap today because he's got the flu?
Black Betty wouldn't tolerate his lame ass. Even the freak in the doorag is doing SOMETHING!
I bet on other songs he kicks things, or hits walls or something.
Posted by: J at September 23, 2008 09:44 PMI knew this video would appeal to you. LOL
Posted by: Zoso at September 24, 2008 12:25 AM