Don't name your band Snow
I love music! I don't think there's a genre of music I don't like. Challenge me... What sometimes kills a song or band for me is the music videos. Examples:
1. I liked this song until I saw his crazy scary baldness.
2. Remember him?
3. I don't think you can get anymore literal. Lay where? No thanks... Suggestion, stick to singing and hire an actor?
BTW, why is Sanjaya still on American Idol. I can only imagine that votefortheworst.com is working for him to not even be on the "bottom three"? He seems to be enjoying the heck out of dressing up and having new dos, eh?
On the other hand, if you want to see a great Indie band, check them out. I'll be at their show tonight. Yippey!
Artsy Gal and I spent several hours last night practicing our belly dancing craft and attempting to come up with more choreography. In between her hubby mocking us and her 2 adorable kids thinking it's play time, we got little done. I have a sinking feelin' our first performance might be laughable. *throws up a little bit in mouth* We really need to get in gear and practice at mi casa instead...
In good ol' retard fashion, nothin' happening on the boy front. Quite frankly, I'm too busy with other stuff to even think about it. OCG and I have been alternately and overlappingly sick, so nights out for boy huntin' have been lacking. Don't ask about MenFarmForMe.com
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I have that Midnight Oil CD in my truck today. I just grabbed it on the way out the door to have something "new" for the road. What's wrong with baldness?
And I don't think I'd be able to forget the world lying on a diner floor. I'd be WAY too concerned about germs.
Stuck: What a coincidence? First I'm in your dreams, and now Midnight Oil? It not about the baldness, it about the crazy scariness. I'd like to forget Snow Patrol all together...
Annie: It's like a car wreck, you can't help but watch in horror. Or sometimes, we all love to hate (just a little.)
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