well, it's not that i don't have a line somewhere, as crooked and dotted as it may be. you just haven't hit it yet.
i guess if someone is truly repulsive enough, the music won't override the massive ickdom of the artist. of course, when i say repulsive, i don't mean the standard fare of artists/writers/poets who are hypocritical, vice-ridden, womanizing slutwads from planet ten, which is basically almost all of em (and frankly, who hasn't been there before? ahem) ...but repulsive along the lines of, oh, say david duke... my line might get pretty clear pretty fast. i wouldn't care how much the critics might rave over his new ukulele blues album. not happenin in kathland.
kath
p.s. thanks, algernon. sniff.