Sweat, salt, saliva, ink running across the window of the brain. I don't know if I can finish this. How the fuck do these people stay alive? The only answer is that they are so au fait with massive amounts of bodily discomfort that this is just another day at the office for them. I, on the other hand, am wired quite differently. I am the mind of a 25 year old in the body of a 70 year old, and this is JUST NOT GOOD FOR ME.
*NOTE - The notes are rather difficult to read at this point. Apologies for any massive breaches of coherence.
So the Spazzys did Sunshine Drive and it looks like I may be madly in love with all three. I wonder if they'd let me buy them each a cherry coke so that we could sit and talk about rock and fucking ROLL. Or would they call me the kind of suburban motherfucker they are undoubtedly trying to escape?
I want to be the lead singer of The Darkness because he IS rock - fury power and a near deranged bout fo self-mythology. He embodies the idea that if I say I'm cool, I AM cool. I become it by default. Robert Plant understood that. And he's cool.
Or IS he?
(Giant question mark)
Posted by David at February 7, 2004 08:31 PM | TrackBack