Neighbors are neighbors

Gladys, listen up: I’m doing a bit of writing for work. Imagine that! Me, a reviewer! On account of my glamorous job writing for other sites, too, Miss Cybil has spent a lot of time in her apartment this week. And you want to know what?

Her upstairs neighbor works from home, too! As a music instructor! As a talentless, talentless music instructor! You’d think that hearing the acoustic version of Radiohead’s “Karma Police” would just be something you’d do in Portland, Ore. Maybe some post-apocalyptic hippy farm. But not Buenos Aires.

But that’s obviously bull crap. Because music is like a virus: it spreads, just like the clap, and even faster if it’s catchy. Unfortunately, you can’t say the same thing about talent. Because this half-assed no-good hack is on hour 12 of scales and butchering Radiohead today. But you know what, Gladys? No one can butcher my dear sweet Radiohead. No one!