Van Dyke Parks has taken to the airwaves on Twitter. A sample: “I repeat: obscenity is the hallmark of an ignorant motherfucker.”
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Van Dyke Parks on Twitter
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Michael Leddy“Orange Crate Art” is a song by Van Dyke Parks and the title of a 1995 album by Van Dyke Parks and Brian Wilson. “Orange Crate Art” is for me one of the great American songs: “Orange crate art was a place to start.”
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
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Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
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Enormous sense in this. All mothers got that way courtesy of mother fuckers, while some along the way have pleaded ignorance to, of and about. It seems you and I share something therefore.... A male not siring offspring cannot possibly be a motherfucker, can he? The remaining question: Van Dyke parks where exactly?
ReplyDeleteI’d say that Van Dyke parks wherever he pleases.
ReplyDeleteLeft in a quandary...
ReplyDelete"I’d say that Van Dyke parks wherever he pleases."
But, who or what does he please while he's parked there wherever?