I was a Deadhead.
Still am, in part of what passes for my soul.
It isn't something you ever really grow out of.
I got the news yesterday and had my private wake for him, sitting up till late and listening to his songs on youtube.
Butch, I have that poster in my mind.
All the years I hitchhiked around the Globe, I was super carefull when picking places to put my tent.
I never could get that " getting beat to death by rednecks" scene out of my head.
You can pity the hell out of me, then.
Made it about ½ minute into that and ALL I could think about was how nice it would feel to break that asshole's jaw.
In about 4 places.
I've never owned a television, grew up without one, in fact and living in the country, rarely went to the cinema.
So I have, what I suppose, some would call a cultural gap.
Just to shock you, I have never seen Star wars either.
When a post like this comes up, and I simply don't know who the person is, it always makes me feel bad, because I try to keep up with things American.
Then I usually realize, that I wouldn't have known, had he been Danish.
Pavarotti's voice never did anything for me.
But then, that is true of most male opera singers.
I always preferred the females.
The coloratura sopranes most of all ( since we are in the crazy as a shithouse rat section, anyway).
Edda Moser is my favourite, at least when it comes to Mozart.
Der...
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuck!
Shane MacGowan.
Man, the names of all those potato eaters sound the same.
I'll go beat my head against the wall now!
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