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.
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.
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
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.
What a douchenozzle.
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.
not knowing how to spell someone's name when criticizing the person's work is a douchenozzley thing to do.
Concur.
Maybe he had Harry Potter on the brain.
Corwood - I got notice your book shipped.