They did "Your Wildest Dreams," which was the first Moody Blues song I was aware of, back in the day, thanks to MTV
All you had to do was type the song title and I could
feel
the seventeen-ness coursing through my body. I didn't even know how present that song was, in my bones right down to the marrow, until just now, and now I'm sitting here watching my classmates come in the door of the prom ballroom at that fancy hotel downtown, the one at the top of the hill, and we all look very grown-up and young and coiled to leap out into the entire universe.
All that from a song title. Is there anything in this world loaded with more magic than music?
Trudy, you got to talk to the wee tattooed one? I am jealous, indeed.
Can't really hear the vocals, but they sound pretty good otherwise.
I did indeed. And I have before too! (I just realized you weren't on the email of my concert writeup. Bugger. I'll forward it to you)
They really did sound good. And maybe I just like hearing it, but it sounds like the bass is cranked.
One of the opening acts was Tragedy: A Heavy Metal Tribute to the Bee Gees
[link]
Listening to their myspace page is
addictive
Awww, man. Bad enough the review of my book in Signal to Noise is only a mild endorsement with some stinging critique. Then he goes and misspells my name. "Snay!" C'mon! It's right there on the fucking cover, you dillweed.
Very poor signal to noise ratio. What a jackass.
Eh, it's not that bad. It's just insult to injury, you know?
It wasn't a bad review. Just less enthusiastic.
Still, not Snay.
Oh, even if it wasn't a complete trashing of a review, not knowing how to spell someone's name when criticizing the person's work is a douchenozzley thing to do.
