August 23rd, 2005
|jimbojones||02:59 am - stand and deliver|
I made the statement tonight that I deliver a particularly blood-curdling rebel yell that has stopped all conversation in many a distinctly redneck bar. Upon being challenged to prove it - right then, right there - I looked around at the leather couches, the fireplace, the expensive cigars behind the glass case, and the martini list - and thought "fuck it, my manhood is on the line here" and I stood and delivered.
Jaws dropped. "He wins. He... just... wins. End of story." "Oh my god, that was awesome."
I love it when people question my redneck cred.
Current Mood: victorious
Hahahahaha. Actually, a discussion concerning the Dukes of Hazzard movie is what brought this on - the girls I was with were talking about wanting to see it, but alleviating its stupidness by getting ROARING drunk first. I said that was a great plan, and in fact if there was whiskey involved, I'd be down to see it AGAIN - but warned that there was not one. Single. Rebel yell. Delivered in the entire movie. But that, if there was whiskey involved, I might also be persuaded to supply the lack thereof, and the rest of the story you know.
And man, there is just no fucking way you can capture a rebel yell on a freaking cell phone. Or reproduce it on a set of shitty little PC speakers. (For reference, the original Bo and Luke actors didn't deliver very credible ones either. They did yell "yeeha!" enthusiastically, but... it ain't the same.)