Dreams never cease to amaze me. I just came from a party Steve Martin was throwing (have not watched ANYTHING with him in it recently enough to validate his presence) that had some kind of beach obstacle course and then a full blown nightmare of a party started; blondes with flowers in their hair toting around hard lemonade and fake & bake douchers with tribal bands; that kind of thing. When I asked if anyone could give me a ride home, some A hole replied "Call a cab man."
Usually me dreams are beyond odd, Matt is usually made of candy, he winks at me a lot and there are fantasy animals and mob bosses in them, but I draw the line when the scene at Bar A invades my REM. I will not be having a dream like this again. Taking measures..
In greener and less drunk pastures, I have been letting the Led out daily. I don't know a soul & don't want to know one who does not LOVE Led Zeppelin. I love 70's epic rock the way I love Punk, Bowie, Waits & Iggy Pop. You could tell me any of these people did a cameo on Jersey Shore, & all would still be forgiven, that's how much I Tiger Beat them.
Though my first experiences of these bands came via a horrific junkie, ie, my Mom; I could still see the brilliance that these bands emanated. That energy has never left me & if if anything has set the bar for music for me which lends to me being judgmental about the majority of new music, especially for the masses. However, that is not something I m looking to alter;)
Commit today to hitting those high notes in your car and banging the shit out of the steering wheel while in the car driving through shit to do in your life and recap the feeling you had when you first heard Black Dog.....I still get goose bumps. You wanna be real about it, get some 5 inch platforms; either way, perform that fucking march and appreciate those way pavers. Blink 182 says you have a small penis and you fancy wearing days of the week drawers, not attractive. XO
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