Stoner Vamp ,'Lessons'
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.
Part of the reason this is disconcerting to me, I think, is that in my head, Ray and Bob are the strong, normal ones. But I am aware that I do not actually know these people.
Same here.
I realize my impression is not actually familiar, but it seems really weird that Bob would a)not go to rehab if he needed it and; b) leave the band rather than go.
::sits with everyone::
I feel the same way, Sophia. And even about his dog! It was like, that horrible thing happened with his dog and he dropped off of Twitter and everything.
It's the dog thing that makes me think it really could be his wrists. The dude is private.
But man I hope it isn't his wrists.
Part of the reason this is disconcerting to me, I think, is that in my head, Ray and Bob are the strong, normal ones. But I am aware that I do not actually know these people.
Yes. That's how the dynamic works in my head, too.
I almost watched Life On The Murder Scene or The Black Parade Is Dead last night, but decided it would be a bad idea.
I was tidying up my work area (must! do! art!), and found the January AP with Disturbingly Photoshopped MCR on the cover. Argh. Given that the only quote from Bryar is how he couldn't even pick up a soda can pre-surgery, and given how psyched these guys were about the new album, I'm guessing/hoping wrists.
Stream a new (epic) song from Prince: [link]
Trudy, that picspam was quite the nostalgia trip.
Isn't it gorgeous?
Now if you could REALLY stick Gerard, Glambert, Johnny Weir, James Marsters, David Tennant, John Barrowman, Nathan Fillion, assorted Hobbits, some fluffy bunnies and those hotass presumably English twins all in one place I'd appreciate it, tyvm.
It's funny - I retreated right back to Lucero after my punk-filled run this morning. Alt-country-americana, the music of... something. In that vein, I give you shots from the last time I saw Lucero play: [link] Mmmm, tattooed young dark-haired boys.