Pshaw, that ain't nothing. I've got this LP.
When you hear the Imperial Death March as a bebop excursion it'll change your life, Daddio.
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.
Pshaw, that ain't nothing. I've got this LP.
When you hear the Imperial Death March as a bebop excursion it'll change your life, Daddio.
The Robyn Hitchcock interview tomorrow morning is ON! Got any more suggestions for questions?
Does it really sound great when you're dead?
What's with the bees, man?
What's with the bees, man?
Hey! I addressed that with the bugs/transgender question!
What would a Raymond Chandler afternoon be like?
What's the fare on the trams of old London? Do they accept buttons?
What's more fun to sing in concert, "The Bones in the Ground" or "Uncorrected Personality Traits"?
Do you miss having Kimberly Rew around to beat at Whist?
Hey! I addressed that with the bugs/transgender question!
Sorry, that you did.
Now we're getting somewhere! Thanks, guys.
Do you miss having Kimberly Rew around to beat at Whist?
See, I'd have asked if he ever sees him these days and does he give him shit about "Walking on Sunshine".
Ha! The Melvins hit the Billboard Top 200 Pop Album chart: [link]
That's sweet!