“I want to set forth my Mathematical Theory of Line Dance Complexity versus Intelligence, which states: ‘The complexity of a given line dance is inversely proportional to the average IQ of the people doing it.'”
From Dave Barry’s Book of Bad Songs

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“I want to set forth my Mathematical Theory of Line Dance Complexity versus Intelligence, which states: ‘The complexity of a given line dance is inversely proportional to the average IQ of the people doing it.'”
From Dave Barry’s Book of Bad Songs
New episodes this Thanksgiving. Something to do on the most boring holiday of the year.
I love how he tries to rescue only priests. At the end is a good poke at the BBC, who in 70’s-80’s had a fetish for earnest, depressing documentaries. Maybe they still do, I haven’t been over there in a while.
You Libertines fans already know this one, so I guess this is mostly for the rest of you. Great song. Notable about video is the absence of their co-frontman, the notoriously drug-addled Pete Doherty. Off on a bender, I guess. If you like it, check out performance of same song below on Letterman.
Words fail me on this one.
I was wondering how the company that once made the best (in my opinion) six-string electrics alienated so many loyal customers and landed in bankruptcy. Did some googling and came across the all-too-common tale of misplaced priorities, high staff turnover, and ego-driven incompetence at the top. It took bankruptcy to convince their CEO that just maybe they should focus on building good guitars. Fortunately he’s on the way out. Here is a pretty good summary.
My favorite comment: “The end result of ‘kissing cousins’ and inbreeding.”
Guitarist is Duck Dunn’s grandson. When this was made, three were juniors and one was a senior. The senior has since graduated, and the other three are now seniors.
From 2002, produced by Mick Jones. You know you’re old when you still think a sixteen-year-old song is recent.
Originally a flexi 45 from a ’63 issue of MAD. Allegedly the sax solo was by King Curtis. Burps by Alfred E. himself.