Imaginary scenario of the day
Reader TLS imagines what an extended (and amusing) rewrite a la the SN might look like, in extremis.
The newest recording by Bubba and Ethel had my ears ringing. I thought for a second that I was stuck in hell (like the SNL sketch with Paul Simon stuck in an elevator hearing “elevator music” versions of his hits.) I heard dogs howling in the neighborhood. I had blood out of my ears dripping down my cheeks and the lack of pitch made me cry. It took away my desire to ever hear SG again. My neighbors came over and asked for the CD so they could destroy it. You wouldn’t want to give this CD to your worst enemy. The songs were dreadful, but the singing and band even worse. If people think this of when they think Southern Gospel, the industry as we know it will cease to exist.
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The newest recording by Bubba and Ethel was music to my ears. It took me to other worlds. Even the animals in the neighborhood showed their excitement for this project. I had tears trickling down my cheeks. I didn’t want to hear anything else. My neighbors came over and practically demanded the CD. They thought it was smashing. I wouldn’t ever want to part with it to anyone. The songs were the highpoint of this project and stood out from the rest. This project will give a new definition of what Southern Gospel is and is likely to radically change the industry as we know it.