i was listenin’ to whatever yewchoob throws at me, as much as i can tolerate that.  this time it was giving me nothing but stuff i’ve heard before, which is ok because i’m a basic bitch like that.  this is “unable,” by suburban lawns.  i think the first few times i had it on, i wasn’t paying close attention and assumed it was about frustration in some general sense, but no, it’s about how her lover’s dongus is too longus to be contained in condoms as it should be.  reminds me of the quentin tarantino “like a virgin” bit from reservoir dogs.

well this is a punk song by a wacky lady vocalist that is about frustrating limitations in a broader sense, and i prefer it.  the chorus is about domestic violence tho, in a dark humorish kind of way.  check it out.

su tissue from suburban lawns presumably got a day job and fell off the face of the earth.  good for her, i think.  fame no bueno for some ladies.  polly succumbed to the scourge of punk rock: cancer.  i don’t know why, most of the ramones and ari up from the slits and more got punked out by the big c.  don’t do world tours, people.  airplane travel involves too much radiation.  but she did live long enough to perform a few duets with her adult daughter, to reap the appreciation of the nostalgic in her last years.  get what you can out of the time u got.

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