9 thoughts on “I can’t stop saying it

  1. I’d like to say I’d totally forgotten about Guy Mann-Dude, but it’s not true–I actually thought about him a couple of months ago. What did I think? I thought:
    Guy Mann-Dude. Heh heh. Guy MANN-dude. GUYmanndude.
    I remember when his first album came out. The label guy begged me to play it instore. I did, for obvious reasons. Derisive laughter fell from the sky like a gentle rain. Never have so many young late 80s hairmetalheads simultaneously agreed something sucked. Guy Mann-Dude is no Kip Winger.
    I wonder if, due to a Pakistani outsourced data entry error, his TV Guide comes to “Guy Mann-Boob”.
    Sorry, I’ve been up for like 30 hours, getting punchy.

  2. Holy cow! I remember him from the hair-guitar magazines I read in highschool. He was no Yngwie, alas.
    ING VAY. GUY MANN DUDE. ING VAY. GUY MANN DUDE.
    My years in Montreal make it impossible for me to not pronounce “Guy” the French way (“gee” with a hard g), which makes it even better.

  3. eeeep.
    I recall that I intended to, but never got around to, buy that CD. Looking at it now, I’m glad the music within holds no brain territory for me…

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