This wormed its way into my inbox this morning, courtesy of a friend who’s a lot more in tune with the unique rhythms of the tubes than I.
It appears to be a discussion of bluegrass music written by someone for whom saying the word “ass” – even within the context of larger words that have nothing to do with the anatomical posterior, but merely contain the letters A-S-S within some larger syntactical sequence – is immoral and therefore forbidden. Quoting the opening paragraph here of the entry, “Is the song Dueling Banjos considered blue grbutt”:
The Monroe Brothers were one of the most popular duet teams of the1920s and into the 1930s. Charlie played the guitar, Bill played the mandolin and they sang duets in harmony. When the brothers split up as a team in 1938, both went on to form their own bands. Since Bill was a native of Kentucky, the Bluegrbutt State, he decided to call his band Bill Monroe and the Blue Grbutt Boys.
Um, yeah. Stunning stuff. Better yet is when the same anonymous author – please, God, don’t let there be more than one person who sees Lucifer at work in the English language – up and cleanses the name of this band’s record to “Bill Monroe and the Blue Grbutt Boys – Live at Mechanics Hall.” I’m sure they’re eternally grateful.
That’s not even the coup de grace, though. Check this shbutt out: “Yet, this was the Father of Bluegrbutt — the guy who had put a fresh face on country music — and despite the pbuttage of time, his considerable skill hadn’t diminished a bit.” The fact that this dude’s skull hasn’t exploded yet from the sheer profanity of life is a great miracle indeed.