Salutations!
I trust that you all are doing well and are behaving appropriately. (I'm metaphorically looking at you, Chris.) It is my truest delight to offer something a bit different in this post. While I am returning to the theme of music in order to force my own tastes upon your delicate palates, I am doing so in a slightly more creative way than has perhaps been accomplished previously. But, O, thou shalt never know the oppression that is inflicted upon you. You shall merely think, "Look at that, another harmless, mediocre blog post. My psyche is in no peril." Yes, your psyche is in fact in dire peril, in dire straits. For I am going to offer a salutary shout-out to each other member of the Queso Club and list a couple of songs that serve in my mind as musical representations of their being. So without further to do, let us commence! (Be sure to keep an eye out for subliminal messages.)
SweetNLowe
I start with my admired companion SweetNLowe. When I first met this stud, I was rather nauseated. We were kinda awkwardly playing FIFA together, and he kept getting mad and standing up and yelling. I was thinking throughout the experience, "This guy and I will never get along." Well, I was sorely wrong. Not as sorely wrong as when I once thought that WWE wrestling was real, but I was sorely wrong nevertheless. (You disappoint me, John Cena.) (You too, Chris; but I still love you, man; my arms are wide open.) We have shared some blissfully hilarious moments with one another and have embarked on some uncanny adventures. He has endeared himself to me through his penetrating wit and his interesting opinions, not to mention the pamphlet of things that I've said that he has apparently penned. I am one of the very few people who knows his most embarrassing moment, and harmony and contention alike within the confines of our relationship have resulted in mutual refinement, understanding, and sharpening. His memory does not pass through the hustle and bustle of my mind without inciting cheerfulness and joy. So, though more could be said, I salute you, SweetNLowe. Keep is classy, Sir. Oh, and here are some songs that remind me of you.
(Caterwaul for ninety-nine, my green stereo pleas.)
SpockHawk
Oh, Dear SpockHawk, where does one begin? You have always been such an influential and beloved figure in my life and in the Queso Club. When I first met you, I supposed we could get along alright, although I still thought you queer. Well, we've gotten along marvelously, and I have discovered in you a most wonderful character full of meekness, jocularity, care, and the most splendid queerness one could want in a companion. You've always been a hand of gentleness and a voice of faith. Amidst the precious memories of absurdity and downright zany encounters, there have been even more precious moments of unspoken understanding and instant empathy in which a single word or a meeting of the eyes establishes beyond doubt a tender connection between hearts of a common disposition. It is these moments that forever ground my admiration and prayer for your personhood. No truer friend could one find, though one may search o'er many mountains and many seas. If nothing else can be properly expressed, may it suffice to say that the Queso Club would not be here in all its glory without your initiation and overall purpose in life. Cheers to you, Bro. Here are some jams.
(Candy-Canes evacuate the veranda of the Prince.)
HoneyBagel
First of all, let's not forget that positively hilarious moment at TLC when the name HoneyBagel was coined. I believe that was originally some sort of 1-10 involving Julio Olivieres. Anyways, that was a golden moment that had a whole table of groggy guys in a fit of undignified chuckling. Point to you, my good man, point to you. I didn't really have any negative reaction to you initially. You were just a nice enough little lad with unruly hair and dorky glasses. But you have become so much more. You have matured greatly in thought, in faith over the years that I have known you and have inspired me to be more kindly and good-natured towards people. You have a brilliant knack for impeccable humor and for bringing people together in good cheer, not to mention those break-dance moves you've been working on. (Just one word of advice on that matter: don't forget to tuck in those glutes when you go for the double-overhand-fisherman's-bird-glove maneuver on ice. I once deflated my left side for lack of such prudence. Always the left...) I delight in sharing ideas with you, in rambling about good music, and in sharing personal precepts of faith and daring dreams for the future. I so admire your good heart, your honest and solemn reverence, and your cheer which expresses your love for those around you. Dream on, HoneyBagel, and keep it fresh and fluffy. Now, songs for you!
(Beef stew is on the rise, I hear from tubby plywood.)
Well, there ya go, folks. As you have surely deduced, this blog, this enterprise, is manned by only the most capable, accomplished scholars and statesmen. They are dear companions and dearer brothers of the faith. This post is a salute to them. FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK, WE SALUTE YOU!!! Shalom and Godspeed!
Superbly,
SmoothJazz
(SAVE THE WHALES!)
