Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Man, that's a great review, David.
I'm pleased with all the reviews I've seen so far (even in the Tom Waits forums) that people really get the structure of the book and the tone. Everybody seems to understand why I took the approach I did and why it was appropriate for this record.
I rewatched Mystery Men for the first time yonks last weekend and hey! Tom Waits! Had no idea!
I rewatched Mystery Men for the first time yonks last weekend and hey! Tom Waits! Had no idea!
Herkimer Battle Jitney!
Blamethrower!
Man, it's just bad periodical news today.
Not that anyone cares or should care, but I've decided to retire from playing music in front of other human beings. Fuck this town and fuck the weasels who make being in a band no fun.
Not that anyone cares or should care, but I've decided to retire from playing music in front of other human beings. Fuck this town and fuck the weasels who make being in a band no fun.
I care! I'm sorry to hear that the weasels are bringing you down. Fuck them indeed.
Fuck any damn weasels who dast rob joy from Corwood.
Mrs. Industries and the Industries babies are live people and you should play for them.
Fuck those fuckers. Corwood rawks!