tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15559257.post112982542597493822..comments2023-10-28T03:27:48.415-07:00Comments on Books are my only friends: I've been lonely since she found ChristTripphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10167966624693577245noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15559257.post-1129868843188928212005-10-20T21:27:00.000-07:002005-10-20T21:27:00.000-07:00Yes apparently Danzig wanted to find hell with the...Yes apparently Danzig wanted to find hell with the North Side Kings...and they showed him what's it like. See the link below<BR/><BR/>http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2644574<BR/><BR/>Re: Buffett, fuck you very much.Tripphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10167966624693577245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15559257.post-1129866792368414692005-10-20T20:53:00.000-07:002005-10-20T20:53:00.000-07:00have you guys seen the vid of noted weightlifter a...have you guys seen the vid of noted weightlifter and comic collector Danzig gettin' dropped by some fat dude backstage? THAT is poetry.<BR/>guys all I listened to back then was really mopey shit with some slayer thrown in. . . but i have no regrets. . . like i would've had i listened to buffet.<BR/>nbk<BR/>and yeah brack i remember that night-not fondly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15559257.post-1129836749987218322005-10-20T12:32:00.000-07:002005-10-20T12:32:00.000-07:00And can one forget your amusing habit of practicin...And can one forget your amusing habit of practicing akido on us all? That was good times. <BR/><BR/>Yes one can barely stand the Cure these days. Give me the fey posturings of Morrissey any day.<BR/><BR/>Not that I wasn't a brooder back in the day, mooning over some chick. What a chumpy fool I was.Tripphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10167966624693577245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15559257.post-1129836582999388662005-10-20T12:29:00.000-07:002005-10-20T12:29:00.000-07:00Was I moody back then? Ask Neill B about the nigh...Was I moody back then? Ask Neill B about the night he was splayed like a cartoon cat in the shotgun seat of my 320 as I careened around Great Neck, blasting Joy Divison and saying stuff like "do you ever think about just ending it all, man?" Oh yeah, I had the teen brood DOWN. And don't get me started on The Cure.Brackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16192217051455130379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15559257.post-1129835854322454132005-10-20T12:17:00.000-07:002005-10-20T12:17:00.000-07:00You deny the poetry of Danzig? Then you are a smar...You deny the poetry of Danzig? Then you are a smart person cuz he's a jackass (albeit one capable of some great stuff with Misfits and on Danzig and Lucifuge). Interesting choice with Come Back though. Feeling moody back then B?<BR/><BR/>Yes that Native American chant is strangely popular with the randomizer on my iPod. I probably can be heard muttering it as I bike about PDX.Tripphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10167966624693577245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15559257.post-1129834450642223782005-10-20T11:54:00.000-07:002005-10-20T11:54:00.000-07:00Although none of the following three songs do for ...Although none of the following three songs do for me what Silver Pageant apparently does for you , i.e. capture how I feel NOW about days gone by, they do take me THEN . . . back to when beer was bought with fake check-cashing cards and usually consumed during the course of elaborate card, dice or rythmic table-thumping games. My faves from back in the day are Come Back, Dog Eat Dog and Fisherman's Blues. Poet factor: Glenn Danzig? Puh-lease. Adam Ant? Not so much.* Mike Scott? Maayyyybe.<BR/><BR/>B<BR/><BR/>*Not even with the immortal cry, in trochaic tetrameter (catalectic) mind you, of "Blackfoot, Pony, Cheyenne, CROW . . . AP-a-che, Araphoe!" can confer poetic status on Mr. Ant.Brackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16192217051455130379noreply@blogger.com