…and he’s set fire to the fridge, rummaged through Dinah’s purse when she wasn’t looking, and then he fucked the butter.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
…and he’s set fire to the fridge, rummaged through Dinah’s purse when she wasn’t looking, and then he fucked the butter.
This is the record to listen to today. Trust me.

That’s what the asshole from the record company looked like. Not Bobby Cannavale. He wasn’t the hero.
Also: holy shit, Darlene Love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDNzQ3CXspU
Does this song have the greatest first line in rock history, or is your opinion wrong? Because I’ll never write a line as good as “I’m a street-walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm,” and neither will you. Proust wrote 14 volumes of bullshit and didn’t have a line that good, but he was handicapped by writing in French and not having the Asheton brothers in his band.
Look out, honey, cuz I’m using technology.
Who doesn’t work for a credit card company?
“Me!”
“Me!”
Yay!
“Yay!”
“Yay!”
…
“I probably would if one of them asked, though.”
“Sure. Especially American Express.”
“With their range of credit options, 2% cashback on online purchases, and free fraud protection? Hell, yeah.”
Good talk, guys.
Also: Chris Robinson is slowly turning into Iggy Pop.
Singer, not the song, Enthusiasts. TotD has always preached this simple concept and this little half-remembered nugget proves it. It’s Iggy Pop’s tour rider from 2006; reading between the lines, it seems Ol’ Jim was on a bit of a reduced budget on this tour, but his (actually his road manager Jos Grain) sense of the absurd remains.
Trust me on this one.
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