Tell it to Irving Berlin.
"Irving! You're far too well-adjusted to be a songwriter. Give it up!"
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.
Tell it to Irving Berlin.
"Irving! You're far too well-adjusted to be a songwriter. Give it up!"
I've uploaded my Emmett song, "Where'sThat Hit", by the Hoodoo Gurus. Sorry for the delay. Tommyrot is up next.
Send your kid to rock & roll camp: [link]
"My distortion pedal isn't working," says Jordan Rowe, the 8-year-old guitarist for Danger.
Send your kid to rock & roll camp:
The producers of the Simpsons should sue.
Mushroom on a Stick!
Rock'n'roll Camp, where your kid can learn the immortal words "Needs more cowbell!"
This is cooler (and Sleater-Kinney is involved with it): [link]
That site is great. I think I have a new tagline.
And it doesn't involve genitals. Well done.
Joe, that Bo Diddley MP3 is from the La Bamba soundtrack album.
And it doesn't involve genitals.
Or asses.