Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Two Hundred Twenty-Three
I'm a dinosaur. A throwback to an era of ass-kicking front men. There's no place for me anymore. Today's singers stare at their shoes, they're weak timid little boys that are afraid to look a crowd in the eyes. I don't belong here. Sure, they may call out for a sing along or a chant, but not a one of them would grab a mic stand and use it as a baseball bat to the head.
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hear hear!
ReplyDeleteLOL...oh the days of boots to the head front and center watching you on stage in TSOL...gosh where has the time gone...gone gone gone...I will never forget though, at least I hope so....
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