Every once in a while, in the midst of the most horrid, unbearably lame sketch comedy, there appears a musical guest that makes the ghost of Paul Westerberg's solo career stir in its bargain bin cemetery.
So, even if the show is complete shit, at least somebody behind the scenes has decent taste in music. Or maybe they just got lucky?
Monday, March 3
The More I Think About It
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I love that suit! Very Gram Parsons meets the Gypsy Kings.
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