Only if most people go back and listen to at least one Eagles album. That's right, you heard me: the Eagles.
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The Minearverse 4: Support Group for Clumsy People
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
You had it good and you didn't even know!
How could I know? Every time I flipped to MTV, they had another marathon (it seemed) of that godawful "Just Say Julie." I mean, Winger videos were bad enough, but that show was, like, "Drop the bomb! Exterminate them all!" bad.
Only if most people go back and listen to at least one Eagles album. That's right, you heard me: the Eagles.
Pffft. The Eagles Greatest Hits is the best selling album of all time. This is not a difficult task. Dude, I've even danced to "Life in the Fast Lane" on multiple occasions.
Well, at least you'll admit it in public. It seems most people (especially after watching "The Big Lebowski") have a major hate-on for the Eagles.
Well, at least you'll admit it in public.
Heh. I wrote a whole book about Bubblegum music. I'm fairly shameless in my musical slutitude.
It seems most people (especially after watching "The Big Lebowski") have a major hate-on for the Eagles.
That's Old School hate going back to the 70s. Actually a bunch of bands have been pulling from the Cali country rock sound for the last several years. Bands like...The Court and Spark (yeah, Joni again) or The Beachwood Sparks or The Cosmic Rough Riders.
I have much love for the Eagles. I think my second concert ever was Don Henley's Beast Tour. I distinctively remember getting into an argument with my mother because she wanted to leave in the middle of Desperado to beat the traffic.
I distinctively remember getting into an argument with my mother because she wanted to leave in the middle of Desperado to beat the traffic.
Maybe she needed to be out mending fences.
She needed to be coming to her senses.
I remember the name Winter Steele, but nothing else.
And I still desperately want "Slow Bob In The Lower Dimension" by Henry Selick.
That wasn't the creepy thing with the scissor-people, was it? My brain might be on "random" now.
She needed to be coming to her senses.
Was she a Witchy Woman? That might explain it.