Connert Media, LLC is the former publisher of the Compact DiscList. The Compact DiscList was one of the first projects to distribute thousands of catalogues listing the new concept of music CDs. Its success was short lived because of the Internet and other various competitions. Our staff decided to quit while ahead. We stopped publishing and used the profit to begin other projects. We have a soft spot in our hearts for one incredibly successful project.
Sunday’s 90th Academy Awards took place a little later in the year than previous editions because of the Winter Olympics in South Korea. While the Oscars remain the most prestigious film awards in the world, it seems the ceremony has lost a little of its appeal with the average American over the past few years. Annual surveys conducted by researcher YouGov suggest that lately the share of respondents who don’t follow the awards closely at all has risen to almost 60 percent, an increase by 15 points compared to 2014. [1]
From the album “Songs For Pathetic Lovers” featuring Greg Brayton and the songs of Art Fettig
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Well I lost four pound in dieter’s heaven Went out to eat and gained back seven Hunkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cafe I was dancin’ on the rim of an idiot fringe When I went on a twenty thousand calorie binge Hunkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cafe I want honeyed ham, candied yam Hot dam! Nine different kinds of spam Hunkerin’ down at the big buffet cafe. I take tacos and Piua, egg lung you I’ll be lickin’ my fingers and my elbows too Hunkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cafe
Chorus
1 will be hunkerin’ down, hunkerin’ down Hunk, hunk, hunk, hunk, hunkerin’ down Hunkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cafe
Mm Mashed potatoes with a lake of gravy Bisquets like we had in the U.S. Navy Load one plate and pile another Some day, maybe, I’ll recover After that well, it won’t hurt To try just one of each desert Finally called a screechin’ halt When I topped it all off with a pound of salt.
Repeat chorus
Ah sing it boys … Hunkerin’ down, hunkerin’ down • Hunk, Hunk, Hunk, Hunk, Hunkerin’ down (repeat after each line) I filled my plate and filled my cup Now, I just hope I don’t throw up. I drank two gallons of ice tea And I didn’t even take the time to They had a thousand things and I ate ’em all Now I’m really hearin’ Mother Nature’s call. I should be muscled, lean and mean I bought that exercise machine A honkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cale
A great night out that’s reasonably priced that leaves you laughing for the rest of the night.
