Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wish you were here at my murder trial
A couple years ago, crazy-ass Phil Spector sent one of his buddies at the record company in New York a postcard apprising him of the goings on in lovely Los Angeles, specifically concerning his little legal problem (murder charges). Luckily the Smoking Gun got a copy of this document, which is evidence or something in his trial. I don't know what it's evidence of besides Phil's ability to craft amazing variations of "your mama" jokes concerning his nemesis, the LA District Attorney:
Man, Phil Spector is giving LL Cool Jew a run for her money in the giving good postcard department. I truly respect his ability to suggest the DA would have been better off as a BJ and then immediately transition into a discussion of his friend's "inimitable Silk Sweater Shirt" with a well-placed "Say!" He actually even managed to incorporate "'twas" into this masterfully crafted bit of correspondence! Here's hoping I see a lot more of this crap on the Smoking Gun as his trial progresses. I could care less about his "Wall of Sound" of whatever, but I want to read all his collected written works.
Man, Phil Spector is giving LL Cool Jew a run for her money in the giving good postcard department. I truly respect his ability to suggest the DA would have been better off as a BJ and then immediately transition into a discussion of his friend's "inimitable Silk Sweater Shirt" with a well-placed "Say!" He actually even managed to incorporate "'twas" into this masterfully crafted bit of correspondence! Here's hoping I see a lot more of this crap on the Smoking Gun as his trial progresses. I could care less about his "Wall of Sound" of whatever, but I want to read all his collected written works.
Labels: assholes, correspondence, crazies, crime and punishment, hilarious shit, intentional buffoonery
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