This is a public service announcement, or more appropriately, a warning to anyone who may come within earshot of my car. This is far worse than the polka crisis of ’97, or the endless Magnetic Fields loop of ’03. I have been downloading bawdy sea chanteys for a good chunk of this week. It started out as wholesome ironic fun, but I fear I might actually like these songs.
Barnacle Bill the Sailor is currently my favorite.
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