After a four-round battle against some wonderfully talented masters and contenders, aided by the regrettable early departures of two of our nemisiseses, and having endured a hailstorm of hurt-mail the like of which has gone unseen since the Great Flame Wars of ’93; and having dragged ourselves over the finish line, panting, much in need of a shower, we the Rifftones emerge the undisputed Masters of Song Fu, Round 2.
Much praise and honor go to our final opponent Jason Morris, whose four songs showed a range, talent and fine humor (My favorite: “The O’Sullivan Stomp”). He’s also a consummate shit-talker; so in your honor, Jason, we wave our ample backsides at you and invite you to kiss them.
Folks, more than anything, we’re grateful to you for listening, voting and cheering. And much thanks to Quick Stop Entertainment for providing Mike, Bill and I with an excuse to make music together again. It’s been a while, and damned if it doesn’t feel like old times.
For now you can hear all of our songs – and our competitors’ songs – at the Song Fu site. But you haven’t heard the last of the Rifftones. To quote Paul Williams, “We’ve only just begun.” And to quote Trace Adkins, “Shut my mouth, slap your grandma.”