C'est bien รงa.
C'est bien รงa.
It's more experimental but very hypnotic, I see little elves dancing on toadstools amid the ferns in a Finnish forest:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w1C...
Same here. It's burnt into my brain and I get goosebumps each time I listen. The other one is Kulma by Panasonic (not posting the link as the youtube playlist for it is being squatted by some weird crypto ad).
No actual thinking required.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIyV...
One simple reason is you can put more text in the alt desc than in a post.
Haha. Absolutely not planned. You know me so you know I'm not very spontaneous, on the contrary, I overthink *everything*. In triplicate. The cool thing about being on stage, is you can be different. Different context, different rules, different you.
Oof, I try to not hallucinate before tea time.
Is that a corncob on wheels or am I already hallucinating? Bit early for that, but hey.
Anyhoo, if you want to see 49 minutes of me being an idiot on stage:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=obJz...
Had a radio show with older friends, we got free tickets. But it's why I only ever did three (Dinosaur, Rollins Band and Blind Idiot God). Henry got annoyed at my co-interviewer and took it out on me. In the end it was cool, but it's just nicer to talk to folks, normally, as a person. Not "media".
I saw and interviewed them in '87-'88. Maybe 15 people there, amazingly loud. J blanked me during the interview, just stood there strumming an unplugged guitar while glaring at me for 45 minutes. Murph and Lou were super nice though, "Don't mind him, he just does that sometimes". I was a kid :)
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A young, long-haired idiot with a mic jumps in the air with his legs up.
This was honestly ok. But this? Maybe '89, I just let myself fall on my knees. I couldn't walk for a week, and I could barely get up for 3 days, knees locked. I'd guess we were playing a cover of "Touch me, I'm sick" by Mudhoney.
Adrenaline high, you don't really feel the pain until the next morning :)
My shtick was to run around the venue during gigs. I once actually ran out the back door, during the set, and... they wouldn't let me back in. "Yeah, nah, you don't have a stamp". Then I went to the bar, ordered a beer, fucked off with it, etc. It was funny 'cos people are "Wait, aren't you the...".
You in another decade
I think we may have to impose a moratorium on excess stupidity until we can figure out what the hell is going on.
Maybe a heatproof vibrating dildo could work in a pinch?
I've long said someone needs to invent a giant magnetic stirring pellet, like we had in chemistry lab.
Oh you're absolutely right to speak up about it. In the instances I saw last night, multiple people already had, my venting via creative insults wasn't going to add anything notable.
I'm now just blocking each dipshit I see making this specious argument. It won't change the world, but it'll stop me swearing profusely at them.
Sharing again for the night shift.
I know, just venting a bit :)
We're sorely missing Trent's passing range and you know Robbo's going to whip in 5-6 superb crosses per game, you obviously need someone on the end of them for a goal, but there's a good few decent headers of the ball in midfield/attack. Why give that up, when we're lacking drive and creativity?
Absolutely, good young player, I just found it pigheaded to play him week in, week out, when he was obviously struggling. Considering Robbo's experience and quality, it doesn't make sense to me. Slot's been adaptable everywhere else on the pitch.
This is my gripe of the season: his crossing is still currently three levels above that of Kerkez.
I survived both 1970s bell bottoms and the weird carroty stonewash monstrosities of the 1980s, I have nothing to prove, I just want world peace.
Honestly, I don't care what people wear. Their body, their choice. That said, if I ever have to go back to weird country & western boutiques to buy a pair of overpriced straight leg jeans, like in the mid-to-late '80s, someone is getting nutted.