Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Bird. It's the Monday morning podcast from Monday, February 25th,

2013,

Aziko, I'm still in Boston. My record is still fucked up. So just bear with me. This can be one more week,

but I promise I plugged in my laptop so there won't be the fan sound this week. At least I got rid of that, right?

It's snowing out here. I'm sitting in a hotel room. I got the Oscars on in the background. Not because I want to watch them. Nia was just watching. Am I told you to go downstairs to the bar while I do this.

I'd like to have her on the podcast, but it's gonna sound like shit. It sounds like shit with one person. Forget about two.

I don't know. I don't know. I just, you know, I was all psyched to do the stupid podcast and I had the sound down on the TV and I saw Barbara Streisand.

And I was like, Holy shit, is she singing? I know she notoriously has stage fright. She doesn't like to do it.

So I turned it on and she was singing that song Memories, which is...

Who's kidding? No, it's one of the most depressing fucking songs you're ever gonna listen to. Really just affected my mood.

Barbara, if you're listening to this, could you please stop singing that fucking song?

Memories when we all used to be young.

A lot of our dreams didn't happen and now we're gonna die.

Right? I fucking do not like sad songs like that.

I don't mind individual pain. I was speaking to songs.

I've known at the bout that dude Bruno Mars for a while. I just... I listened to a little bit of his shit, but you know I'm an old man.

I can't relate to somebody singing about the prime of their life. I mean I lived through the prime of my life, at least I hope I did.

Well maybe I hope I didn't, which means we'll get better at some point and then Barbara Streisand wouldn't be fucking bumming me out.

With her goddamn depressing songs.

He wasn't knowing she always sings it with the most sparkly fucking dress on.

They should rename that song, put a gun in your mouth.

Oh Jesus, look how old Richard Geir is now. It's just... I don't need this.

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