While I can clearly see the aesthetic appeal of this music box, the movement of which causes the barley to sway, I can’t shake the aw-shucks, redneck, hillbilly flavor of swaying barley. SWAYING BARLEY. Yeah, that’s some kissin’ cousin bullshit. I’m pretty sure this is the next thing those beer-eating bumpkins are gonna deep fry and mouthfuck at the State Fair of Texas.
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I see barley and I think beer. And not that swill that people call beer made out of corn and rice with the calories removed, but proper beer. Yeah… I really could use a beer… I need a job I can drink at.
That seems like a lot of redneck baiting for someone from Texas; the migrant shootin’est, gulf pollutin’est, executin’est place this side of the Rio Grandee…
(thank you Google: English Yosemite Sam translater!)
Also: that fried beer link is gonna make you responsible for a lot of house fires once it makes the rounds of my social circle…
I only support the executions part. Ol’ Sparky is everyone’s best friend!