Classic musician-to-musician insults

"How can you tell when (insert crappy drummer's name here) is at the door?"

"How?"

"The knock slows down."

It was along the lines of "the drummer and the guitarist I've got time for, but the bassist and the singer should get AIDS and die because I fucking hate those two".

Speaking of AIDS, there's the Nicky Wire/Michael Stipe comment from 1992.

Somehow I've never heard that one.

-From http://www.top-10.us/elviscost.shtml

also, 10,000,000 hip hop songs to thread, i'll say "takeover" just coz it has that photo of havoc (prodigy?) in a tutu to back it up

(mind you, I don't think I'd find a better way to handle *this* particular situation either)

(hey, I never posted that thing about drinking to ILE that I was going to when this subject came up the last time)

Costello later recanted his racist remark and kept a low profile for the remainder of the seventies.

inasmuch as the infamous incident happened in 1979, keeping a low profile for the remainder of the '70s didn't mean a whole lot. columbia records, on the other hand, inflicted its own kind of low profile on costello, refusing to promote "armed forces" and pretty much extinguishing his rising stardom in the u.s.

elvis, for his part, kept working at a furious pace, and it's generally accepted that his next album, the soul-influenced "get happy," was at least partly a response to hearing himself called a racist. ("b-b-but some of my best songs are black!") i believe he addresses this connection directly in the liner notes to the rhino reissue of "get happy," but i don't have that one. around the same time, he also produced the specials' debut album ("b-b-but some of my best productions are black!").

bonnie bramlett never again enjoyed the massive press coverage she received after calling up every reporter she knew to tell them what elvis said.

Thanks man, you're my fact checking cuz.

Miles Davis: "Mick Jagger dances like a white man."

A tautology that says it all. (At least I think it's a tautology, is it?)

No excuse, I know. Just trying to regain some dignity.

I'd infinitely rather do Costello than DLR, then or now.

Which is probably true, although the number of Police songs I like outnumber the Smiths songs I like, um, 11:0.

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

Nevertheless, I side with Jason on this one, since he is the godlike genius and Lupine Howl are crap.

Where's the thread where someone point out that the guy's called Buckethead, for fucksake, and what was Axl expecting? I damn near pissed my pants at that one.

"Not like the Streets, who talks like a cockney
Ain't you from Birmingham ya knob, ya get meh
We don't give a frig about your friggin' aerial
So stick it up you arse with your pirate material."

MC Pitman!

someone correct me if i'm wrong, but... in the liner notes to the deluxe CRCR, someone notes that those weren't the original lyrics (and I think that the alternate version of "Range Life" has the original ones) and that malkmus just sang those demi-diss lyrics during rehearsal (even recording?) for no apparent reason and everyone started cracking up.

Apparently, Bill Corgan responded: "No one wakes up in the morning humming Pavement songs." PWNED (not)

I'm not sure if Scott Weiland even knows who Pavement is..

SV: "Aren't you that Freddie Platinum wot's bringing ballet to the masses?"
FM: "Ah, Mr. Ferocious! Well, we are doing our best, dear."