If you were lucky enough to get your hands on either one of Hey Convict's previous prog disco excursion mixtapes – Time To Noodle or the other one, Slo Mo No Beard I think it was called – then you'll know that there's actually such a thing as a compilation of songs which suit every single mood and every single occasion.
If you were lucky enough to get your hands on either one of Hey Convict's previous prog disco excursion mixtapes – Time To Noodle or the other one, Slo Mo No Beard I think it was called – then you'll know that there's actually such a thing as a compilation of songs which suit every single mood and every single occasion.
Quite apart from having a name that makes him sound as though he had stepped straight from one of Heyer's Regency romances, Somervell was inadvertently providing an anecdote that would get recycled over the years whenever someone wanted to show just how different Heyer was from the normal run of popular historical novelists.
Each contestant had to put their own twist on one of the foursome's classics while somehow managing not to butcher it (nobody wants to hear 30 riffs forced into one verse of "Hey Jude").
He could just sit there and have one of those "Hey, what about me?" looks on his face that dogs get sometimes.
I don't know how useful that'd be when your scrunched between 30 people on the subway during your morning commute, but it's certainly one of those "hey, check out what this can do" features.
These guys were out cold when I say to one of them, "Hey mister, can I talk to you?" I'm crouching next to him on the sidewalk and he doesn't respond, so I nudge his hand, which is sticking out over his knee, and I say, "Hey, mister, I want to talk to you".
I don't know, this is one of those "hey look at this!" posts.
Meanwhile, in one of those, "Hey, less intelligent creatures can feel pain, too" moments, Teresa describes her own breakdown.
"Cold Open: VMAs Backstage" (Cyrus, Thompson, Wells, Bayer, Killam, Moynihan, Pharoah) This is one of those, "Hey, I'm making fun of myself" type sketches when, in reality, no one is making fun of herself.
This isn't going to be one of those "Hey, I was a schmuck, but now I'm awesome" kind of stories where I discovered play and my life transformed overnight, but I did have a eureka moment that helped me reengineer many of my habits and thought patterns in a positive way.
