tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594538085969013008.post8560088404925097310..comments2023-09-11T10:31:24.620+01:00Comments on Whisky and the Giro: There is a boy who never goes outrhinestonecatboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16689486208675217816noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594538085969013008.post-21881816491610470142009-01-18T23:08:00.000+00:002009-01-18T23:08:00.000+00:00Cheers James, I hope so! I do enjoy larking around...Cheers James, I hope so! I do enjoy larking around at Holyrood very much indeed at the weekends so that is a terific solace to me! <BR/><BR/>I'd heard the Thin Lixxy one beofre and was very pleased to be reminded of it. The others were new to me and very pleasing.rhinestonecatboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16689486208675217816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594538085969013008.post-72444465307565557802009-01-12T20:30:00.000+00:002009-01-12T20:30:00.000+00:00Sorry to hear you've had a somewhat bumpy start to...Sorry to hear you've had a somewhat bumpy start to the job. Hopefully will improve fast. If you're still in need of some cheer, may I humbly offer 4 of my favourite "More Tap than the Tap" moments of rock excess?<BR/><BR/>(4)Award for pretentiousness: Hugh Cornwell talking about the films of some porn star: "I wasn't previously familiar with his work". <I>Work?</I><BR/><BR/>(3) Award for meddling with things best left alone: Rat Scabies, drummer with the Damned, has written a book about the quest for the Holy Grail.<BR/><BR/>(2) Award for general smuttiness: One of Thin Lizzy: "Anyone in the audience got a bit of Irish in you? Any of you girls like a bit of Irish in you?"<BR/><BR/>(1) My all-time favourite: there is film of Yes on stage in which the bass player, by this point rather advanced in years, comes on with a ridiculously large bass (it has two necks), falls to his knees, and needs to be heped up by a rodeo. Couldn't find it on Youtube just now - it should be a world-renowned classic.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11258395129219844646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594538085969013008.post-45460178608535007442008-12-27T06:39:00.000+00:002008-12-27T06:39:00.000+00:00yes. i'm from albuquerque originally, and i'm stil...yes. i'm from albuquerque originally, and i'm still here. <BR/><BR/>funny coincidence... a hawk and a hacksaw (which consists of jeremy and heather) came into my work the other day. a couple of years ago, when they opened for of montreal, i told jeremy that i used one of their songs in a video project i did, and he asked me to send him a copy. he gave me his address and everything, alas i am too self deprecating about my work and lost the courage to send it.<BR/><BR/>i'd start with satanic panic in the attic. that's the of montreal album i began with. i really like the first track, lysergic bliss. there's this line in it that i relate to, "wondering how i'm managing to smile although i can't even pay my rent."<BR/><BR/>except, i don't really smile. and i'm not really lost in lysergic bliss; however, the song makes me smile. So i suppose it works in that way.<BR/><BR/>i'll check out sodastream. <BR/><BR/>and jenny lewis is amazing...<BR/>i saw her live this year after about a lifetime of adoration. during my childhood, i watched Troop Beverly Hills constantly. And my high school years were spent swaying to rilo kiley, so it was a pretty fruitful experience.Pearl Previnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11574717958963172236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594538085969013008.post-37485443340317033042008-12-22T20:47:00.000+00:002008-12-22T20:47:00.000+00:00Foosty? Now that takes me back.I loved living in E...Foosty? Now that takes me back.<BR/><BR/>I loved living in Edinburgh, although preferred living in Musselburgh, as Edinburgh became polluted with emotional memories of an irritating kind. I suspect that you live near where I used to work, so I can envisage what you describe. I dread to think what type of epiphany TC had on Leith Walk. A fascinating thought. <BR/><BR/>I feel as if I passed my 20s in a blur of self-imposed misery and only emerged when I met my husband to be. It certainly provided me with an oomph that has been lacking for a decade. So welcome to the world of self-propelled achievement!<BR/><BR/>Btw, the wor verfication is 'wastr'. Hum. <BR/><BR/>And enjoy Christmas and New Year too.Madame DeFargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08172239340844485940noreply@blogger.com