Retreat From Memphis does kind of provoke the same "Oh no! Ew!"-feelings as Journey the Band.
ITA. Least-played album in my collection, even less than Pussy, King of Pirates.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Retreat From Memphis does kind of provoke the same "Oh no! Ew!"-feelings as Journey the Band.
ITA. Least-played album in my collection, even less than Pussy, King of Pirates.
provoke the same "Oh no! Ew!"-feelings as Journey the Band
Talk about provoking "Oh no! Ew!"-feelings, uppercasing that B spawned the image of a reunion tour from hell with Steve Perry and Neal Schon filling in for Richard Manuel and Rick Danko. I'm still shuddering. And not from the out of control AC. Yuck.
The Guardian published a really nice overview of the early Australian punk scene: [link]
Archie Comics has the first Archies album on their web site: [link]
I am the whitest person alive: Kid Creole has been on staff at my firm for a year. I just found out.
Kid Creole is a paralegal or something?? What?!?
He's in our duplicating department! You would think when a member of the staff is fucking inducted into the RR Hall of Fame that would make the newsletter, but noooo.
Um, I even got the wrong Kid Creole!! SOOOOO clueless. [link]
Did he even get a cake?