Thursday, August 28, 2008

An Update: He Should've Known Better.

Darn it all, Neil. Years in the music business, years making enduring and beloved hits, and then you stumble like an amateur into Columbus, Ohio. What did you think was going to happen? Honestly, Neil, I could've warned you. I've been there. I've walked its desolate streets, and choked on its unsavory atmosphere. Once I even thought of returning there, but fate stayed me, and steered my path towards more wholesome environs. If only you'd called me. You never do return my calls, Neil. Not even last Christmas, when I sent you that marble bust of yourself that I painstakingly sculpted myself, after learning how to sculpt just so that I could make it. Didn't you like it, Neil? It wasn't perfect, Lord knows I know that, but it was as good as I could make it. I never could capture your eyes though, Neil, not in marble. Such deep, knowing eyes. Neil's eyes. Neil Diamond's eyes.

Call me, Neil.


John Lynch said...

Wow. Boston AND Columbus. Could I possibly hate Neil Diamond any more?

D.Cous. said...

Come on, now. Surely, he got his comeuppance for attempting to perform in Columbus, and he had the class to offer a refund to dissatisfied concert goers.

And: he's Neil Diamond.