It's back! Everyone's favorite game!
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Hey guys! It's time for everyone's favorite Sidespin game! So take a look into your crystal balls (haha that's a little genitalia humor I've been saving just for you all) and answer the following:
Welcome back to another edition of America's favorite game: SONGSPIN!
By this point, you've seen the video. You've read the stories. You've avoided her song like the plague. You've also looked up the name of that guy who sings Blurred Lines. You've laughed at the name of the guy who sings Blurred Lines.
The beginning of the 1990s was a very different time. It was a time when a Canadian folk/country/rockish band maintained a hope that they might somehow put a hit song out there that, buoyed by the strict Canadian content regulations and maybe like some expatriate DJ in Buffalo or Spokane or something, might end up…
The year was 2002.
Nevermind. Ten. OK Computer. The Chronic. Ready to Die. Achtung Baby. Boy howdy, what a list.
Today's Craig Schaller column was boring, so instead I'm going to dissect the lyrics of a semi-popular classic rock song.