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"At this point, this all amounts to little more than expensive psychotherapy for Hollywood executives. It's the height of arrogance for them to keep sending us the bill."
I've got so much to write about today, it's really not fair. Instead of taking you in that direction, I'll take you in this:
At home, I've been enjoying the Exposure 2010S integrated amp and matching 2010S CD player. The "S" is for "Super." As in, Super Power. That's right. I've got some super power in my system, y'all. The 2010S pumps up the jam like Technotronic, taking the regular, ol' 2010's respectable 50 watts per channel up, up, up to a beefier 75Wpc.
Get your booty on the floor tonight. Make my day. Make my, make my, make. Make my day.
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I swear Huckleberry must practice this look of angelic innocence when we're not around. Don't buy his sweet-little-me schtick.
Man, I want to get a sash and collect me a bunch of merit badges, except maybe "knows how to collect semen from more than one species" badge. That's just yucky.
Look what I found.
The sound quality is horrible, but so what? It's not like we're a bunch of audiophiles around here. (Kidding.)
You have to know these songs in order to appreciate what's going on in the videos. (Serious.) To those who are not already familiar with the songs, the videos may present nothing more than an awful lot of red light and loud noise. To me, however, these videos are pure beauty.
And they do offer some idea of what our live shows were like. For instance, "Jackals - Live. Part 1." is exactly the way I choose to remember seeing things…
The original transparencies of an iconic Beatles album cover had been thrown in the garbage and crushed.
Did the Himalayas and the Tibetan plateau rebound "like a cork" in response to losing their massive anchoring mantle?