{"id":237,"date":"2007-02-06T22:51:32","date_gmt":"2007-02-07T03:51:32","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2008-12-17T21:56:39","modified_gmt":"2008-12-17T21:56:39","slug":"dirty-mac-and-the-glory-of-yoko","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rocktownhall.com\/blogs\/dirty-mac-and-the-glory-of-yoko\/","title":{"rendered":"Dirty Mac and the Glory of Yoko"},"content":{"rendered":"

Inspired by Tuesday’s poll, Townsman General Slocum<\/strong> submitted the following thoughts<\/em>:<\/p>\n

Yoko<\/strong> was the tongue in the sallow cheek of that “band.” I always get a kick out of Mitch Mitchell<\/strong>, and Clapton and Lennon could easily have let me down less than they did in this setting, but like every high-school let’s-play-the-blues-and-make-the-worst-guitarist-play-bass outfit<\/em> I’ve ever heard, there’s not much humor in there. And if Yoko’s sack-dance and catterwauling don’t tickle you, then wait till she gets into sodomized kitty range<\/strong>, and then look at John: the neutral, unaffected eyes of true love, hearing not a thing wrong with the dulcet warblings of his sweetie. There’s a lot going on there that is more entertaining than hearing the White Men’s Blues Society<\/strong> hammer that five on the turnaround as though they’d finally actually heard a black cat moan!