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Felicitations flatulators!<\/span><\/p>\n

Iron Goddess of Mercy<\/strong> is out this week, so it looks like you\u2019re stuck with me. Last any of us heard, he was on the run from the CDC for refusing to get his Chronic Nut Rash under control. <\/span>They<\/span><\/i> say that he\u2019s a public health crisis waiting to happen, but personally I hope they never find him. Live and let live, I always say. Stay safe out there <\/span>IGoM!<\/span><\/p>\n

Are you sick to death of black metal? I know I am! I mean, who can stand it? Dissonant tremolo picking, horrible production, and dudes who sound like they need a lozenge?<\/a>? That\u2019s the best metal has to offer? Disgusting! We try to keep it classy around these crapper-coded corridors. Let\u2019s talk <\/span>jazz<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

When I was a young French horn-playing middle-schooler, my band teacher was a trumpet player. For whatever reason, the thing that seemed to astonish him the most was videos of people playing as high as they could. A whole school year of ear-splitting notes put 11-year-old RT off from trumpet-based jazz for longer than he\u2019d like to admit. Around the age of 19, though, <\/span>Takuya Kuroda<\/b> came along and changed that.<\/span><\/p>\n