I don't love you, you don't love me.
Numfar! Do the dance of joy.
Elder ,'Power Play'
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
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.
Tom Scola - Jun 08, 2005 10:53:01 am PDT #8875 of 10003
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
Frankenbuddha - Jun 08, 2005 10:53:19 am PDT #8876 of 10003
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Nonsense. Birds do it. Bees do it. Even educated fleas do it.
Why don't we do it in the road?
Steph L. - Jun 08, 2005 10:53:36 am PDT #8877 of 10003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
People all over the world
join hands;
start a love train (love train).
DavidS - Jun 08, 2005 10:53:46 am PDT #8878 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
::stepping outside the music game for a second::
Kim just sent me the draft manuscript for her book on Neutral Milk Hotel's Aeroplane Over The Sea for the 33 1/3 series. She went to Athens twice to interview everybody involved, and I think she's got not only the definitive book on the subject, but one of the great portraits of 90s indie rock bohemia.
The Elephant 6 collective settled themselves into a series of communal Athens houses. Jeff’s base was 156 Grady Avenue, an old wood frame house on a lovely street lined with big trees...Jeff shared the Grady Avenue house with Julian Koster, Robbie Cucchiaro, Laura Carter and Bryan Poole. As might be expected, it was a very loud place to live. Bryan lived between Jeff and Julian’s rooms. “I had Jeff pacing the room with his acoustic guitar, belting out at the top of his lungs, working through the songs. It was a really intense thing. And then I’ve got Julian on the other side, who’s bouncing a kickball for percussion, and stomping his foot, and recording the same song fifty times! Every day! After I moved out, Will Hart moved in for like two weeks and he couldn’t take it.”
Daisy Jane - Jun 08, 2005 10:56:55 am PDT #8879 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oh didn't you hear? It'll tear us apart.
They could never tear us apart!
Fred Pete - Jun 08, 2005 10:58:54 am PDT #8880 of 10003
Ann, that's a ferret.
Come with me, my love, to the sea -- the sea of love.
Steph L. - Jun 08, 2005 11:02:52 am PDT #8881 of 10003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Aint no cure for love.
msbelle - Jun 08, 2005 11:03:18 am PDT #8882 of 10003
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
can anybody find me somebody to love?
Steph L. - Jun 08, 2005 11:03:51 am PDT #8883 of 10003
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
msbelle, perhaps a bizarre love triangle?
Fred Pete - Jun 08, 2005 11:04:51 am PDT #8884 of 10003
Ann, that's a ferret.
msbelle, don't you want somebody to love?