Still totally not the New Yorker

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“Oh, I like Ramblin’ Mondays. It’s Flamenco Tuesdays I can’t stand.”

“‘Dylanesque’? ‘Dylany’ would be more than generous.”

“Well, I’m screwed. There’s no way I can handle ‘Melancholy Baby’ in b flat.”

“He should have left this one entirely to Beyoncé.”

“Yes, his fingering is impeccable, but he still can’t transpose worth a damn.”

“OK, I’m just going to say it. This is the best damn one-man recreation of the White Album I’ve ever heard.”

“Sort of Talking Heads Meets the Clash, With Several Deep Bows in the General Direction of Skeeter Davis? I don’t fucking think so.”

“Sure, it’s ‘groovy,’ all right, but it won’t sell Buicks.”

“I’ve never known a CPA who didn’t have an inner Clapton.”

“‘Play That Funky Music, White Boy’? Isn’t that a little too meta?”

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