Holy crap, that is absolutely hilarious. The bluegrass polka version of Crazy Train! I gotta get out the banjo! And of course people hail this as the death of

Holy crap, that is absolutely hilarious. The bluegrass polka version of Crazy Train! I gotta get out the banjo! And of course people hail this as the death of music. It's a strange tic in our culture: Every time we do anything except play the same old music in the same old way, it's a sign of something dying. If you double the number of music listeners overnight, that's a harbinger of death. If you get fifty million Rock Band players analyzing the drum tracks of Rush tunes that are thirty years old, that's a harbinger of death. If you get people competing to find off-the-wall but briefly listenable orchestrations of classic tunes, that's a harbinger of death. One wonders what life is supposed to look like. Many people also have no idea how actual composition works.