Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Welcome back, Kotter
Alack, a dearth o' pre-show & twixt-act verbal thrust n' parry? Sigh no more;
a beautiful cure, & the only side effect is a ring-a-ding-dinging the next morn.
Witch Mountain @ Now That's Class: The Ballad of Lanky Rae, Beekeeper, Shelter, Bloodhound, Wing of the Lord, Veil of the Forgotten, Never Know.
Posted by Randal Graves at 10:29 AM
Labels: ansel's spinning corpse, that's his fucking metal face
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the kids today look middle aged. and i still get carded for booze.frightening.
Please forgive Epstein for being late to class. He overslept because he was out late at a rock and/or roll show.
Signed,
Epstein's Mother
game, about the only place that sees more beard than a stoner/doom show is an Amish studies symposium.
zen, HA!
"Heathens taking meds" Wasn't that a garage band from Pittsburgh?
Heathens taking meds
Any relation to a band here in the south called Rednecks on Meth?
I see an axe, but what about the bayonets?
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demeur, it's not a band, it's a way of life.
BB, here in Ohiostan, meth is an equal opportunity recreation.
if, let me axe you something.
I remember not being to hear properly for a week after one particular Cramps show. I figured it was worth it.
The only time it's never worth it is when the band sucks, but how often does that happen?
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