transcript of the outbursts from my room

[ritaxis]

". . . oh no! They have pheasant feathers on their heads!"
"It's folkmusic? A brass band . . . and inexcusible embroidery . . ."
"Really inexcusable embroidery . . ."
"Cut-ogg vests with more inexcusable emroidery . . . that's cutwork on those sleeves . . ."
"and they're singing about Moravian girls . . ."

"is it all like that? Polkas. Dogdamnit."

And then the cat bit me on the chin.

It's here, but if you can't enjoy polka-playing brass bands with inexcusable emroidery and pheasant feathers on their heads, maybe you'd better click on this one instead.

edit: it gets worse (arguably): "Glory, glory Hallelujah" as a light-hearted dance tune. With a conga line. "Eva @ Vašek" do not wear pheasant feathers, but they do adapt American country music in inexplicable ways.

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[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

Wekk, the first part that sounds like the tune "she'll be coming round the mountain" has an inexplucable chorus of "singing i-yo yuppie yuppie yo," and the "glory hallelujah" part does talk about Kapitan John Brown, but my Czrch has not advanced to the point that I can tell more than that about it.

I'm probably going to be listening to a lot more of this unfortunate music because they pronounce every syllable excruciatingly clearly and it seems like potentially good comprehension practice.