Starting off the day with some lyrical goodness from The Ramones:
I Want To Be Sedated
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go....
Just put me in a wheelchair and put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-o I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I gotta go
I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go...
Just put me in a wheelchair...
I wanna be sedated
It still surprises me how fresh that song always sounds whenever and wherever I hear it. Fucking brilliant, the boys in black were. We're gonna miss Johnny....
Anyway, last night was tres cool. Took the day off to catch the Hot Snakes show at the North Star Bar. Met up with the fine Ms.
Aponia and her man Aaron. The Snakes were fucking really, really good. The leadman did bang the shit out of his head walking up the stairs on the overhead speaker, which is a common occurence. He laid himself out though. Still played a few songs for the encore, including the ever-popular LAX. You could see he was Pissed off, though...threw down his guitar in anger after the song and just saundered off. Ouch...beyond that, they played pretty much the whole Suicide Invoice LP, as well as some choice numbers from their debut and new LP's. The only real problem was the the 'all-ages' aspect of the gig. They wouldnt let us drink past the entrance way to the pool hall. So, all of the bar people were crammed in the little area that sold beers. Fucking stupid. They should have just put up a velvet rope to corner off the pool hall, giving us a whole other room to drink in. Especially since the underage people werent allowed to leave the gig room once they entered. Stupid, folx...just stupid. Ah well....
I Want To Be Sedated
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated
Just get me to the airport put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go....
Just put me in a wheelchair and put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-o I wanna be sedated
Just put me in a wheelchair get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry before I gotta go
I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes
Oh no no no no no
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go...
Just put me in a wheelchair...
I wanna be sedated
It still surprises me how fresh that song always sounds whenever and wherever I hear it. Fucking brilliant, the boys in black were. We're gonna miss Johnny....
Anyway, last night was tres cool. Took the day off to catch the Hot Snakes show at the North Star Bar. Met up with the fine Ms.
Aponia and her man Aaron. The Snakes were fucking really, really good. The leadman did bang the shit out of his head walking up the stairs on the overhead speaker, which is a common occurence. He laid himself out though. Still played a few songs for the encore, including the ever-popular LAX. You could see he was Pissed off, though...threw down his guitar in anger after the song and just saundered off. Ouch...beyond that, they played pretty much the whole Suicide Invoice LP, as well as some choice numbers from their debut and new LP's. The only real problem was the the 'all-ages' aspect of the gig. They wouldnt let us drink past the entrance way to the pool hall. So, all of the bar people were crammed in the little area that sold beers. Fucking stupid. They should have just put up a velvet rope to corner off the pool hall, giving us a whole other room to drink in. Especially since the underage people werent allowed to leave the gig room once they entered. Stupid, folx...just stupid. Ah well....
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Send me an email...or better yet....call me on my cell as to where I'm supposed to meet you and when before the show. I'd call you but your cell is a broken piece of shit.