2007may01. While in Detroit, I listen to 540 AM, Canada’s CBEF broadcasting in French and French. They may be saying stupid shit like “THIS THREE-PEAT ROCK BLOCK WEEKEND IS KICKING MY PANTS OFF” and other cocaine-fueled inanities, but I’d never know. Also, French is the language of love and you know how I am about that. I like love. I don’t love love, that would be pushing it.
Also it’s even more difficult determining the name of bands and songs that you (I) like since you (I) don’t know French. Things shouldn’t be handed to us on silver platters all the time. That’s how we get lazy and boring. You must fight for knowledge. Not like Keanu Reaves in the The Matrix who was given the knowledge of fighting.
