RIP Chris Cornell. Shit.
Buffista Music 4: Needs More Cowbell!
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 looks like a suicide. Jesus.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck. It doesn't seem possible.
I really hope that, in the musical afterlife, Andrew Wood is there to greet Chris.
I really hope that, in the musical afterlife, Andrew Wood is there to greet Chris.
I saw comments today saying, "Kurt and Layne and Scott and now Chris."
And I was like, "Scott who? Weiland?! He's not in that class! Andrew Wood!"
Yeah, people putting Weiland in that group. Ugh. NO.
Yeah, I wouldn't group Weiland with the rest of them. And that's taking into account my near-legendary knee-jerk "Layne SHUT UP" reaction. (Which has nothing to do with his voice or talent, really, and everything to do with degrees of separation.)
Music trivia: Today is (or would be, for those who are no longer alive) the birthday of Dean Martin, Tom Jones, and Prince. Quite a collection of talent there.
Music trivia: Today is (or would be, for those who are no longer alive) the birthday of Dean Martin, Tom Jones, and Prince. Quite a collection of talent there.
Nice! Emmett shares a birthday with John Coltrane, Ray Charles and Bruce Springsteen.