Dechristo

better bent than broken

deal. once, you hit I-25, call and I'll give you directions

Last night, I mentioned to a couple of seasoned recording-session guitar-players (one is primarily jazz/blues a la Larry Carlton, the other has roots mainly in Metal) this little debate of E. Van Halen vs. Jimi. In unison, they gasped, gave motion of nausea, uttered profanities, and shook their heads. They said, "Jimi; absolutely no contest." well, actually, one of them said, "only a musical idiot would think Van Halen comes close to Jimi in influence."

are you refering to planet Earth

[font:Fixedsys]Why do drummers keep their sticks on the dashboard of their cars? so they can use Handicap Parking [/font]

Claypool is very influential currently [font:Fixedsys]Why was the bass-player loitering on the porch? because they never know when to come in. [/font]

jokes about musicians; give 'em up. What's the definition of "perfect pitch? When someone throws an autoharp in a dumpster and hits a banjo

I'm down wit dat

a permit for what?

Is the new shiny clean format here ushering the death of spray?

mebbee it was the handle of a handyman jack. I knew a fella that lost half-a-dozen teeth from one of those killers.

Is there a line?

it's dark, mighty dark, too dark

Kev, clever advertising your true interest on your forehead.

never climbed on consistently "solid" conglomerate

I'm sure there are many parents ready to dump their eight-year-old screamers.

can understand why few stay in that Hilton

funny with the requisite bit of truth

he smoked the whole turkey? what a bogart

Social Climbing forum = Cafe Sensitivioso

DOH! baa

Jimi went to see/hear Clarence White every chance he had

This is the day Of the expanding man That shape is my shade There where I used to stand It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass At ramblers Wild gamblers Thats all in the past You call me a fool You say its a crazy scheme This ones for real I already bought the dream So useless to ask me why Throw a kiss and say goodbye Ill make it this time Im ready to cross that fine line Chorus: Ill learn to work the saxophone Ill play just what I feel Drink scotch whisky all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world I want a name when I lose They call alabama the crimson tide Call me deacon blues My back to the wall A victim of laughing chance This is for me The essence of true romance Sharing the things we know and love With those of my kind Libations Sensations That stagger the mind I crawl like a viper Through these suburban streets Make love to these women Languid and bittersweet Ill rise when the sun goes down Cover every game in town A world of my own Ill make it my home sweet home Chorus This is the night Of the expanding the man I take one last drag As I approach the stand I cried when I wrote this song Sue me if I play too long This brother is free Ill be what I want to be Chorus

He was a hard-headed man He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart of the cold, cold city He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude They had one thing in common, they were good in bed She'd say, 'Faster, faster. The lights are turnin' red." Life in the fast lane Surely make you lose your mind, mm Are you with me so far? Eager for action and hot for the game The coming attraction, the drop of a name They knew all the right people, they took all the right pills They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavenly bills There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race Out every evening, until it was light He was too tired to make it, she was too tired to fight about it Life in the fast lane Surely make you lose your mind Life in the fast lane, everything all the time Life in the fast lane, uh huh Blowin' and burnin', blinded by thirst They didn't see the stop sign, took a turn for the worse She said, "Listen, baby. You can hear the engine ring. We've been up and down this highway; haven't seen a goddam thing." He said, "Call the doctor. I think I'm gonna crash." "The doctor say he's comin', but you gotta pay him cash." They went rushin' down that freeway, messed around and got lost They didn't care they were just dyin' to get off And it was life in the fast lane Life in the fast lane