Is it a triumpth if you really ought to have known it already?

Listening to Tin Machine's cover of Working Class Hero, having not heard any Tin Machine before that I remember, and having only gotten around to being born in 1986: "Unless my ears deceive me, that is the sonorous sound of none other than the Bowie!" *wikis*

Indeed, Ladies and More Ladies and Danny, the biggest Lady of them all, it was the Bowie. How, Erin, you ask, after actually bothering to own and further to /listen/ to the smegging Deram Anthology, how can you not know that David Bowie fronted Tin Machine? Gentle reader: it is because I am a moron, sorry.

I'm back in the 'Mericas, where everything makes sense and cheese and meat go together. Looking forward to organizing all the books in my room. For now, snoozing off the jet lag and dealing with the fam. Last night I got off the plane and immediately shuffled into my cousin's production of the Music Man, then my little brother's birthday party at Shakespeare's Pizza. So much for resting?

I asked my mom for cold medicine, and poked suspiciously at the three drug coctail she handed me--one of which turned out to be amphetimine salts she thought would 'perk me up.' Oh, /mom/.

COMO PEOPLE, CALL ME OR I'LL KILL THE DOG. Looove yoooou.

Is it a triumpth if you really ought to have known it already?

Listening to Tin Machine's cover of Working Class Hero, having not heard any Tin Machine before that I remember, and having only gotten around to being born in 1986: "Unless my ears deceive me, that is the sonorous sound of none other than the Bowie!" *wikis*

Indeed, Ladies and More Ladies and Danny, the biggest Lady of them all, it was the Bowie. How, Erin, you ask, after actually bothering to own and further to /listen/ to the smegging Deram Anthology, how can you not know that David Bowie fronted Tin Machine? Gentle reader: it is because I am a moron, sorry.

I'm back in the 'Mericas, where everything makes sense and cheese and meat go together. Looking forward to organizing all the books in my room. For now, snoozing off the jet lag and dealing with the fam. Last night I got off the plane and immediately shuffled into my cousin's production of the Music Man, then my little brother's birthday party at Shakespeare's Pizza. So much for resting?

I asked my mom for cold medicine, and poked suspiciously at the three drug coctail she handed me--one of which turned out to be amphetimine salts she thought would 'perk me up.' Oh, /mom/.

COMO PEOPLE, CALL ME OR I'LL KILL THE DOG. Looove yoooou.