Willow ,'Help'
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.
That's true, it's more like Ron Howard's parents being actors and giving him really great career support as a kid actor.
I agree with this assessment. Billy Ray had already been through and spit out the Nashville wringer; Disney almost looks pleasant compared to.
Wow! I just noticed this thread and its title. Coolness!
Cowbell gets brung up a lot, though. Even by people not named msbelle. It's a thread on a board, and one you can conspire to roll over quickly, if you hate the title that much.
I don't know the history of how often it was or wasn't brought up, but when I mentioned it as a possibility, msbelle married me. I'm taking it that it was mentioned as a possibility many, many times before?
I just love it. It may have already been a natter title. I love the cheesy, I love the walkin, I love the Farrell. LOVE! also? silly. we are big on silly in the belle house.
we are big on silly in the belle house.
If you and Jesse got Gay Married it could be the Cow Belle house.
Oh holy crap. Oh wow. A friend of mine just found this on flickr from Saturday's Leathermouth show: [link]
That's an amazing picture, but he really is the worst hardcore artist ever, isn't he? Is that really an old man sweater? Really, Iero?
eta: I lie, it's a button-down, but my original point stands.
It's a button down. But I think its from KMart.
Hey, his hardcore is TOTALLY legit. Why, just this summer he was rolling around and spitting and screaming about murdering hookers, gettin' his primal on, all curled up fetal "NO ARREST NO ARREST NO ARREST NO FUCKING ARREST!!!!"...
And then when the song was over looked up at the screaming crowd, went all hearteyes and said, "Thank you so much for coming, guys," ::CLUTCHED HIS CHEST:: "you guys are so great."
He's hardcore, alright. He's as hardcore as my Great Aunt Mimi.
That's you, isn't it, Trudy? Singing along like a mofo?
You should contact the photographer and try to get a print, Trudy.
That is indeed me, mofoing away.
He had been going around with the mic but at that point he stayed put for about half a verse. We were there for a while. I looked for pictures for a few days but then gave up.
Tom, you are brillant! I will absolutely do that.