Show #97: Nominative Determinism In Action

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This time we talk about Dominion Tank Police

Opener: Dominion Tank Police – We’ll Give It Our Best Shot (by Brown Eyes)
Dominion Tank Police – I Adore You (by Brown Eyes)

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Dominion Tank Police – Main Theme

Sexy Catgirls

Sexy Catgirls

Sexy Catgirls

  • Arada

    I’m afraid to lisen to this episode. Crap.

  • RobotBastard

    Ah, the Puma Sisters. They got me through many a lonely night in my college years.

  • [Daryl Surat sitting in a chair playing bass. Paul Chapman appears from behind Daryl]

    Paul: That’s the best bass player I ever heard. He’s playin’ so sweet, I’m gettin’ chubby. You know what I like best about the bass player? His neck.

    [Daryl bobs his head a few times]

    Paul: Oh, he made a little mistake. You may not have noticed it, but if you did, I think you’ll enjoy my tale. Hmmm….

    [Singing] The mother, the father, the serpent, the priest. The foreman, the woman, the widow, the beast.

    Hey, bass player. Look at the bass player. Look at that smile. There’s sadness in that smile. Look at that chord structure. There’s sadness in that chord structure. Look at him flail like the wailin’ wall with nothin’ but stubby fingers and a dumb look on his face.

    He don’t know it but he’s balding…spiritually.

    But everybody hates the bass player. No one invites the bass player to the party after the show.

    Daryl: Hey, what are you guys doin’ after the show? …Oh, nothin’? Okay.

    Paul: If he does go to the party, he can only get the good looking girl’s… best friend.

    Daryl: Is Miko coming?

    Paul: [laughing] Miko…The bass player is the loser of the band, yes he is, if you don’t believe me take a look at the one you’re with. But, there’s something beautiful about the bass, sometimes when I listen to it, I–I don’t know, I get caught up in the swirl–I’m flying, I’m flying Ma!–over a big beautiful lake. He’s playing the bass and I’m flying.

    Sometimes when I land I’m in a different neighborhood, but that’s okay, ’cause whenever I listen to the bass player, I always bring cab fare.

    But after all, aren’t we all bass players? Aren’t you all bass players? They told me this was a bass players convention…[hesitates] You ARE all bass…Pick up the beat, pick up the beat. Hide the sadness, and tap your feet.

    [Singing] The mother, the father, the serpent, the priest. The foreman, the woman, the widow, the beast.

    Aren’t you glad that you’re not one?

    [Paul hides behind Daryl’s chair]

  • Victor

    Way to blow my mind Daryl.

  • Of course, now I’m obligated to actually record a cover of that Kids in the Hall skit.

    Interestingly, I think you can play those lyrics straight, rather than for laughs. Sort of a beat-poet routine.

    I don’t really have any appropriate bass music for the background, though. What do you think, Daryl?