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bardish[ What's a middle aged suburbanite to do when everything's overwhelming all the time and he just needs to relax before he has an aneurysm? Easy: Get blazed, grab his guitar, and jam with the glitchy robot band in the dance club.
It's a mystery how this recording started. Maybe Jeff, in his stoner state of mind, accidentally hit record. Maybe one of the bots did. MAYBE IT WAS AN ACT OF SABOTAGE. In any case, Anchor, enjoy Jeff Calhoun and some slightly off-beat jukebots trying to do justice to an R.E.M classic. ]
--wire in a fire in a submarine something and the government for hire in a combat site! Letter whiskers coming in a hurry with the flurries beating DOWN YOUR NECK--
[ Look, it's hard enough to get through the lyrics without tripping into gibberish when sober. Cut Jeff some slack! At least he can sing the chorus. ]
...It's the end of the world as we know it! It's the end of the world as we know it! It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feeeeeel fiiiiiiine...
[ You better believe the robots are providing backup vocals via a series of beeps and whistles. It's like he's singing with R2-D2 here. So just imagine that: a ragtag R.E.M. cover band, complete with a robot wielding both a tambourine and an unwillingness to keep to the beat, chirping along with a frontman who can only get about 45% of the words right.
Alas, all good things must come to an end, including this song. And just as the last notes die out, that's when he realizes he just serenaded the entire network. ]
Ohhhhh... fuck. [ Jeff's just looking like a deer in headlights for a moment there. ] Uh.
[ Pause. Then he seems to relax, because maybe it's the weed-- no, it's definitely the weed. There's something way too chill about the way he smiles now. ]
Got any requests?
It's a mystery how this recording started. Maybe Jeff, in his stoner state of mind, accidentally hit record. Maybe one of the bots did. MAYBE IT WAS AN ACT OF SABOTAGE. In any case, Anchor, enjoy Jeff Calhoun and some slightly off-beat jukebots trying to do justice to an R.E.M classic. ]
--wire in a fire in a submarine something and the government for hire in a combat site! Letter whiskers coming in a hurry with the flurries beating DOWN YOUR NECK--
[ Look, it's hard enough to get through the lyrics without tripping into gibberish when sober. Cut Jeff some slack! At least he can sing the chorus. ]
...It's the end of the world as we know it! It's the end of the world as we know it! It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feeeeeel fiiiiiiine...
[ You better believe the robots are providing backup vocals via a series of beeps and whistles. It's like he's singing with R2-D2 here. So just imagine that: a ragtag R.E.M. cover band, complete with a robot wielding both a tambourine and an unwillingness to keep to the beat, chirping along with a frontman who can only get about 45% of the words right.
Alas, all good things must come to an end, including this song. And just as the last notes die out, that's when he realizes he just serenaded the entire network. ]
Ohhhhh... fuck. [ Jeff's just looking like a deer in headlights for a moment there. ] Uh.
[ Pause. Then he seems to relax, because maybe it's the weed-- no, it's definitely the weed. There's something way too chill about the way he smiles now. ]
Got any requests?
