Few things may have urged us out of semi-retirement, bordering on fully-erect-retirement, given our reluctance to engage with the world and/or do any actual work but this…..this…..
Over the years and decades we’ve been festooned with awards from numerous sources. Some, who shall remain nameless, have pestered us for years to accept some token award or other in recognition of whatever it is we do. Sadly it goes with the territory. Like Coke.
I’m still not sure how the guy from Cameo is still milking this after 30+ years though, but kudos to Jethro Tull’s Ian Anderson for attending in his original skin-flute protector. Gene Simmons, however, can fuck right off.
Shout out to the late Oderus Urungus who was overlooked at the awards due to his not being alive.