Somewhere on an Um tune there's a sample of Captian Beefheart saying "black ants crawling..." which my brother, perhaps intentionally, used to mishear as "black hands crawling..." Mysteriously, in this school photo, some unexplained dark-skinnned fingers seem to be creeping towards Bob's head.
My brother is famously well-hung, but even that only goes so far in explaining the air of cockiness he exudes in this photo.
No comments:
Post a Comment