80 Minutes Of Black And White Bliss March 30, 2020 / Thoughts On The Dead / 3 Comments John Scher’s nephew went to my high school, and that fuckerĀ strutted through the hallways. Related Uncategorized the band Previous post Sort Of A Book Next post Bridge Over Troubled Water 3 Comments MJK March 30, 2020 at 4:47 am Richard Manuel, god bless him. robbie must have seen the cameras and had his roadie set up a mic for him, but i digress. MK Reply MJK March 30, 2020 at 10:42 am Didn’t Scher take that from Uncle Bobo’s playbook, film everything for a potential payday in the future? Regardless, im very happy both were the business men they were, but I digress. MK Reply The Central Shaft March 30, 2020 at 12:36 pm Pain in my heart every time I see Richard Manuel or listen to him sing. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply
Richard Manuel, god bless him. robbie must have seen the cameras and had his roadie set up a mic for him, but i digress. MK
Didn’t Scher take that from Uncle Bobo’s playbook, film everything for a potential payday in the future? Regardless, im very happy both were the business men they were, but I digress. MK
Pain in my heart every time I see Richard Manuel or listen to him sing.