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Dec. 3rd, 2003 11:37 amRecalled from a comment barrage Ms.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
offbalance and I had recently.
Traffic is going into the rockhall. Now, I love traffic. I own traffic Cds. I idolize Dave Mason and Steve Winwood.
Who the FUCK elected these jazz rocking hacks into the hall of fame ahead of Iggy and the Stooges? I mean, proof yet again that I do not have my fingers on the pulse of western culture.
I can sing most of "Dear Mr. Fantasy" and "low spark of high heeled boys". And even I KNOW they suck. I mean...steel cage match, music wise, Iggy stomps winwood's head and hits him with a chair. TKO thirty seconds in and it's over.
End of rockhall rant of the day. The Righteous brothers belong there though. RIP.
OH. One other thing. If I apologize for something, and you harbor it....that's not my problem. I buried the hatchet, I swallowed my pride. Suck it up and deal. Stop being so fucking sensitive, it was a damned joke. If you don't want to talk to me anymore because of this....then fine. I think you're making a mountain out of the proverbial molehill, but that's me. Consider this apology #3. And you aren't getting another one.
offbalance and I had recently. Traffic is going into the rockhall. Now, I love traffic. I own traffic Cds. I idolize Dave Mason and Steve Winwood.
Who the FUCK elected these jazz rocking hacks into the hall of fame ahead of Iggy and the Stooges? I mean, proof yet again that I do not have my fingers on the pulse of western culture.
I can sing most of "Dear Mr. Fantasy" and "low spark of high heeled boys". And even I KNOW they suck. I mean...steel cage match, music wise, Iggy stomps winwood's head and hits him with a chair. TKO thirty seconds in and it's over.
End of rockhall rant of the day. The Righteous brothers belong there though. RIP.
OH. One other thing. If I apologize for something, and you harbor it....that's not my problem. I buried the hatchet, I swallowed my pride. Suck it up and deal. Stop being so fucking sensitive, it was a damned joke. If you don't want to talk to me anymore because of this....then fine. I think you're making a mountain out of the proverbial molehill, but that's me. Consider this apology #3. And you aren't getting another one.
