Intoxicated With The Madness
I'm in love with my sadness.
I frequent an establishment. This establishment has begun the tradition of having a "band" come in on Tuesdays. The band is a cover band. The cover band plays songs from the 70's and 80's. The singer/guitar player is a DJ for a radio station that plays songs from the 70's and 80's. The last time they played there wasn't an empty table. ... ...
No further ranting necessary, right? I mean, c'mon people! Haven't ya heard enough classic hits from the 70's and 80's all damn day on the radio? Please, for the love of the Lord, play Frampton's "Do You Feel Like I Do?" one more time for me, PLEASE!!! I haven't heard that song since...last hour. Follow me, little sheep. Instead of that lame old small-town radio personality, follow me my little friends. Follow me to a winter wonderland of leprechauns and rainbows and oompa-loompas and chocolate rivers. We'll eat candy-canes all day and dream of a world who, like me (and perhaps you) can reminisce about old times with A RECORD and not some pasty (I'm not putting down pasty here, as I am quite on the paler side of white myself--just laying down a description for ya,) grandpa with an acoustic guitar.
Its 2005, people.
Wake up.
Drink Pepsi.
Santana forever.
Woke up this mornin, with a wine glass in my hand.
Word.
I frequent an establishment. This establishment has begun the tradition of having a "band" come in on Tuesdays. The band is a cover band. The cover band plays songs from the 70's and 80's. The singer/guitar player is a DJ for a radio station that plays songs from the 70's and 80's. The last time they played there wasn't an empty table. ... ...
No further ranting necessary, right? I mean, c'mon people! Haven't ya heard enough classic hits from the 70's and 80's all damn day on the radio? Please, for the love of the Lord, play Frampton's "Do You Feel Like I Do?" one more time for me, PLEASE!!! I haven't heard that song since...last hour. Follow me, little sheep. Instead of that lame old small-town radio personality, follow me my little friends. Follow me to a winter wonderland of leprechauns and rainbows and oompa-loompas and chocolate rivers. We'll eat candy-canes all day and dream of a world who, like me (and perhaps you) can reminisce about old times with A RECORD and not some pasty (I'm not putting down pasty here, as I am quite on the paler side of white myself--just laying down a description for ya,) grandpa with an acoustic guitar.
Its 2005, people.
Wake up.
Drink Pepsi.
Santana forever.
Woke up this mornin, with a wine glass in my hand.
Word.
posted by sleepeater at 4:21 PM
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