Because you’ve got nothing better to do today. If I embedded this correctly, the whole album should play.
Julius Pringles?!
I’m dying.
I’ve Never Felt Sorry For A Guitar Before
But this one seems to be hanging on by a thread (string?). Interesting stories associated with it, too.
Willie Nelson’s guitar, “Trigger,” is in for guitar repair at Erlewine Guitars in Austin, Texas. Mark Erlewine shares a closeup look at the famous hole in the top. Mark’s been Trigger’s caretaker for ages, and he gives us the inside scoop on Trigger’s history.
How Cool Is This?
And what kind of badass keeps his own hip bone as a conversation piece? Dahl is easily one of my top five favorite authors. For his short stories mostly, not the kids’ stuff.
The Club Is Open
0:00 Cut-Out Witch
3:01 Wrong Turn On
4:52 I Am A Scientist
7:45 Rally Boys
9:33 Game of Pricks
I’m currently reading Closer You Are: The Story of Robert Pollard and Guided By Voices, so here’s a little GBV for you. I must say, His Bobness is looking rather healthy these days.
Stan The Man
This is great!
New Zappa Documentary
I was never the biggest Zappa fan, but this looks pretty good.
Disappointing
I got really excited for this reissue last spring, but every review I’ve seen (including this one) says these watches are a letdown. $1,000 for this?!
On an unrelated-but-equally-nerdy note, I did recently find a new keyring I really like …
Lick My Love Pump
How was this already nine years ago?
I’m Sure We Can All Relate Redux
Somehow never heard Billy Bragg’s original until the other day. Early twenties suck as bad as the teenage years, just for different and more complex reasons.
Sorry-not-sorry for providing lyrics …
I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I’m twenty two now, but I won’t be for long
People ask me when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
Are already pushing prams
I loved you then as I love you still
Though I put you on a pedestal,
They put you on the pill
I don’t feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can’t survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend
I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
It’s wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
Looking for another girl
Looking for another girl
Looking for another girl