Every time I drive past that corner, I look up to see who's playing.
I know. It's so sad, they had so many great performers there.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Every time I drive past that corner, I look up to see who's playing.
I know. It's so sad, they had so many great performers there.
I saw Dylan on the tour he did with Paul Simon a couple years ago. I'm 'eh' on Dylan, love Paul Simon mightily.
DH has seen Dylan several times, said that the show we saw was excellent. It seemed 'okay' to me, but again, not a big fan. Also, I was newly pregnant and everything, including but not limited to: sitting down, standing up, breathing hard, and looking sharply to the left, made me feel a bit faint.
I can say everything was tuneful and sounded like music, two things that I've been told you can't always say about Dylan shows.
I was just sitting here listening to "Bob Dylan's Dream" from Freewheelin' and thinking - I'd go see him again. So - you know - that's not very helpful - just thought I'd throw it in.
Great great frankenmix hayden. I like it a lot. You used Lyra Jane's local artists song as the artist you hate song you like song. ("Waiting Room" Fugazi).
It was about 95% new to me so I need to listen to it a couple more times before I can pick out my faves. I think that was the first time I had ever heard Motorhead. Mock my lack of metal chops.
I know no one cares - but I just heard the first track off of the new Modest Mouse CD and am giddy like a 16 year old about it. It's always nerve racking to hear new stuff from bands you worship because it could suck. And then you'd be sad.
Glad you like it, Tina! I'm just proud to be the man who brought Lemmy into your life.
Got Hec's and, uh, somebody's mixes today (brain fart), just before leaving the house for work, so no time to copy. Tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow).
Anyway, so, thx, Elizabeth.
Got Hec's and, uh, somebody's mixes today
Mine, I'm pretty sure.
Mine, I'm pretty sure.
Could well be, but I just got it, opened it, went "Cool," and ran for the bus.
OK, the gay boy who sits next to me at work is either really, realy naive, or delights in pulling my leg. A couple of weeks ago, he said he didn't know the term "camp." Today, he asked who Bob Dylan was.
Today, he asked who Bob Dylan was.
Tell him Bob Dylan is camp.
Tell him Bob Dylan is camp.
That would just confuse the poor boy.