We made him up with our minds. That's all there is to it.
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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.
It's true, clearly. No one real is that pretty.
I would KILL for those cheekbones.
At the LeATHERMOUTH record drop show the other night Hambone's bass went out and Frank had to stall while they switched it. So he said, "Does anyone have any questions?"
It took conscious effort to not scream "HOW R U REEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL???? OMG OMG OMG, DID WE MAKE U UP WITH R MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINDS?????????!?!?!?!?!??"
John Martyn has died:
Not that surprising really, considering his recent health issues, but still.
MTV has a preview up of My Chem's Desolation Row video
Well, there goes my motivation to concentrate on things like work.
We made him up with our minds. That's all there is to it.
More and more, I am coming to believe this theory. Which means our minds are pretty goddamn awesome, I tell you.
So the video drops to iTunes tomorrow, yes?
More and more, I am coming to believe this theory. Which means our minds are pretty goddamn awesome, I tell you.
Truly remarkable as I saw Frank night before last and he appears entirely corporeal. (He and Hambone brought coffee out to the line. And two kinds of milk. So, corporeal and incredibly respectful of peoples' coffee needs.)
So the video drops to iTunes tomorrow, yes?
I do believe it does. There may be flail.
John Martyn has died:
I'll play some Solid Air tonight.
Aw, sad. Billy Powell died, too.
And maybe "Free Bird."
I'll play some Solid Air tonight.
I did that. It's still an amazing album. And it must be said that having Danny Thompson around tends to help with that.
There's a nice obituary here: