Inspiration, three for a buck? Sold, & I'll take that B-Sharps LP, too.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Ich bin ein Springfield swap meet patron
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:02 AM
Labels: music, writing is for blockheads
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Tom Harper haz a suggestion on the last thread for you, too, R.G.
(heh heh)
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Didn't I just see a rerelease of this on K-Tel records in the bargain bin at K-Mart?
Tom was right you do need to branch out.
if, I'm well aware of Mr. Harper's poor attempts at chortle conjuration.
demeur, how come no one ever directs such suggestions towards boomers who listen to nothing recorded after the corpse-ification of Lennon?
Spin some Rome, yo, and getoffmylawn, whipper snapper.
Are you trying to tell us all we have left is banging our heads against the wall?
Were you wearing an onion on your belt in 1989, as was the fashion at the time?
You know what swap meat is about?
Me neither.
Considering that The Kids are all listening to Bullet For My Valentine, I'm hoping that Kurt will be spared from being the Bob Dylan of the Xers.
Gawd I miss Kurt... :(
((Hugs))
Laura
mrmacrum, yes, so put good use to that football helmet laying in the garage.
zencomix, only when I went to Shelbyville, which was called Morganville in those days.
karl of the österreich, if it isn't abundantly clear by now, I don't know nothing about anything.
thatgirl, as an official Xer, officially, I'm doing my darndest do avert any sacred cowism.
laura, on the bright side, at least they never had a chance to succumb to 11th album suckitude.
After Nirvana, 9 Inch Nails, the Replacements, and Joan Jett it turned out J-pop and electronica both had interesting and fun aspects. When it comes to missing somebody though, I still regret the passing of Warren Zevon and Frank Zappa. We could use their attitude even if they'd both be too tired to play much anymore.
Unless that sacred cowism involves Jerry Cantrell, which is, of course, COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.
Interesting new sound. This might start a trend. We could call it Grunge.
susan, plus there's that whole flesh having rotten off thing, puts a damper on skillful fretwork.
thatgirl, VERILY, I CHALLENGE THEE TO FISTICUFFS.
tom, once again, your comments make little to no sense. Beer kills brain cells, but so does loud music, you knuckledragger.
Somehow I imagine Kurt and Elvis are sharing a banana and peanut butter sandwich in the great beyond.
Good for you, if you enjoy it and got "HeylookitwhatIgotforcheap" bragging rights in the bargain.
I just hope it doesn't cost you too much in aspirin. ;)
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