Next Week: At 14, the author, stranded in 1974 suburbia, has his born-again Christian brain short-circuited by the gender-bent but heart-stoppingly beautiful Ziggy.
Pretty much the plot-line for Velvet Goldmine.
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.
Next Week: At 14, the author, stranded in 1974 suburbia, has his born-again Christian brain short-circuited by the gender-bent but heart-stoppingly beautiful Ziggy.
Pretty much the plot-line for Velvet Goldmine.
Really enjoying this feature from AV Club, reviewing old "That's What I Call Music!" compilations. [link] This one is from 1999.
I was just coming in here to post this. I cannot believe that Bob and the band have parted ways.
I am deeply deeply bummed.
I has a sad.
You and me both. I am a HUGE Bob fan, and so is Ben. He's going to be bummed.
At least he didn't spontaneously combust.
I... just...