RIP Ann. No pain.
Amazing song. Really haunting.
Wow. you’re kind of an old fart, OBS.
I slept like shit last night. Woke up a bit before three AM, and finally got back to sleep after five, then promptly slept through the alarm. Completely out of sorts; rather than just mostly, as it has been.
43 isn’t old — I’m merely well-seasoned. A zombie should appreciate that.
I never thought of zombies are discerning eaters. No offense, zrm.
Auto-correct wants to make “zrm” into “arm,” which is amusing me.
Here’s hoping you get back into sorts post haste, mi amigo muerte.
Vaya con Mezcal…
It’s gonna be an exhausting few days coming up. There will likely be little time for tequila, or even rum.
I dream of beer.
That’s a great song, Jim. Got me digging into the Rhino D.I.Y. compilation disc set this afternoon. Some of the high school kids even got into a couple of the tracks.
Yeah, great series from Rhino. Starry Eyes, Teenage Kicks, Come Out and Play, Shake It Up. Don’t have the Mass Ave one yet.
The Mass Ave one is also stellar.
Inspired by the Zombie’s insatiable appetite for human live music, I have purchased tix for the April 3d Roger Clyne & Peacemakers show at the Red Devil Lounge in San Francisco.
Well, you certainly showed me.
Tell Clyne to swing back through Milwaukee. The last couple of times, it hasn’t worked out for me to catch him.
Life’ll Kill Ya
Uh-oh. I sense an annual nadir coming up. Dammit, isn’t this usually an October File?