Before: I think my dad's into him.
After:
Didn't get much from it, besides a better identification of who he is. I was always unable to affix any sort of reputation to his name because it was so unique. I think of it as both spiny and slippery; spiny because of the harsh, bold letters (B, Z, C, G) in his name and slippery because, well, I couldn't remember much about him ever.
He did a little yodeling, a little folkie country singer-songwriter yip de doo. He was sort of like a slice of yellow cake that tastes like lemon-tinged water. You expected more out of it, but just have to come to terms that it came and went and was, regretfully, forgettable.
Sorry Boz, but you just didn't do it for me this time. Maybe I'll try again sometime.
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