sistervanian

I had the strangest dream last night, I was the manager of the most unruly but best band in the world not to mention my favourite, in other words, these yahoos:



But for some reason my personal favourite member had an identity crisis...



He was all like
"Here in my car,
I feel safest of all,
I can lock all my doors,
Its the only way to live,
In cars... "(ba dum, ba dum-dum...ba dum, bad dum-dum)





It was good, but just not him...
And I got all Suge Knight on him (no there was no gunplay involved I Love Davey. Why the fuck would I wanna bust a cap in 'im yo? Plus he's a moneymaker.) Anyway, so I was all like Yo Homeboy! Know dis! It's a great track and all but that aint the way we roll! So we had a very long talk about the direction of his future...

And thankfully things were sorted out and returned to normal...




Then I fell back to sleep and dreamed what I usually dream about.... Drinkin' blood and robbin' graves.. and lemon pie...



Intermission music....... End Intermission music....



On a completely different note, I think this is one of the most fabulous looking people ever... I'm pretty sure it's a man, and I'm also pretty sure that were I ever the owner of a surreal fifties lounge, she'd have to be the opening act for the Phantom Chords and do Dusty Springfield covers...
I bet her hair is even bigger than Priscilla Presley's was, let's see here...





Okay It looks like we have a tie, but I give 'Cilla street cred for the proto-type gothy make up and latter day bouffant but long hairdo with the heavy make-up as seen in the infamous "dress that ate Las Vegas"
wedding shots of 1968...



Peas Out,
Sorry for all the images Dial-uppers
SisterVanian