1) Shared a lot of this with Lawr privately already, inspiring this post.
2) Peter’s derisive (found that on thesaurus.com) comments about Fu Manchu have inspired a Fu-fest for me.
3) Ran some errands on a beautiful Friday late afternoon/evening yesterday and was cranking King Of The Road loud. (In my 2009 Nissan Cube.)
4) For a rock ‘n’ roll site (well, supposedly anyway), the term “riff” is not used nearly enough.
5) Beach Boys be damned.
Don’t believe I’ve said a negative thing about Fu Manchu in my life. Ever. I’ve found myself humming Godzilla a few times since Steve posted it. I’m sure that doesn’t happen every day.
Riff Scorecard (Number of Rockremnants.com posts with the word Riff in them)
Peter 4
Tom 3
Steve 2
Lawr 1
I’m not sure if comments are counted.
What counts is RP, Riff Percentage – the percentage of riff mentions per post. True scoreboard:
Lawr – 1/30
Steve – 2/50
Tom – 3/20
Peter – 4/10 billion
Tom’s RP is the highest, but, since this makes absolutely no sense, he is disqualified.
I win.
As I told Steve. one of the best things on earth is cruising in the car in summer weather with the radio blasting (“Road Runner” anyone?).
I have been up at our Lake Tahoe house all week, a chunk of it just the dogs and me.
Thursday was a glorious day here, and I needed to drive from Soda Springs (where our house is, near Donner Pass) into Truckee (home of my beloved KTKE) for some supplies
So, the radio was indeed blasting, and I put the top down on my little vermillion BMW 128i thinking our dog Pavlov, the youngest and most rambunctious of the three, would love it.
I had a great ride, but Pavi was freaked out the entire time, cowering on the floor board of the passenger seat.
He is not a dog: he is a pussy.