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cabbitzillaWheee!
It should be noted that I absolutely love this song; it's one of the very best tracks ever to come from the progressively more vicious pen of Blackie Lawless. Shafted by record label after record label, 'Charlie' was written after their then-label not only screwed the band and refused to release any further material... they took every existing album off the shelves, citing it was no longer 'relevant' material. At least one extraordinarily messy lawsuit followed... and after almost two years of non-existance, the band found themselves back in the saddle again...
Recording the album 'The Crimson Idol', written during the legal proceedings that very nearly consigned their music to the recycler. It's angry and it's bitter, raging at a corrupt industry and honorless button-pushing bean counters, and is some of the most emotionally raw metal in existence.
*blinks* What? Nonono, I'm still in a more-than-spectacular mood, honest. I'm just a little... *cough* frustrated at the moment, and needed something with an edge to it. *giggles* In spite of my (to some) frighteningly diverse musical tastes, I'm still a Childe of the Metal Edge. *memory fragment* Yeah. And it's a reference that ... well, we won't go there, eh?
A quizzie I nabbed from.... [insert FX:brain_fart] ... er... right.. anyway...
And so it goes, bouncing from bit to bit to bit. Lack of clothing? Odd that that gets mentioned today. Anyway, ....
Wow. I'm babbling again. I seem to be doing this a lot, lately. And so I take a moment to compose my thoughts, then run through the list... and discover that most everything on the list is X-rated. *snicker* Well, hell, at least I'm being consistent. And given my descent into air-headedness, I check my email and find a joke, after which I'll pad back off into my personal weirdness ...
A pretty blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons or prior experience. She mounts the horse, unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slip from the saddle. In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly impervious to its slipping rider. Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup, and she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over. As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness when to her great fortune...
Bill, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her and unplugs the horse.
It should be noted that I absolutely love this song; it's one of the very best tracks ever to come from the progressively more vicious pen of Blackie Lawless. Shafted by record label after record label, 'Charlie' was written after their then-label not only screwed the band and refused to release any further material... they took every existing album off the shelves, citing it was no longer 'relevant' material. At least one extraordinarily messy lawsuit followed... and after almost two years of non-existance, the band found themselves back in the saddle again...
Recording the album 'The Crimson Idol', written during the legal proceedings that very nearly consigned their music to the recycler. It's angry and it's bitter, raging at a corrupt industry and honorless button-pushing bean counters, and is some of the most emotionally raw metal in existence.
*blinks* What? Nonono, I'm still in a more-than-spectacular mood, honest. I'm just a little... *cough* frustrated at the moment, and needed something with an edge to it. *giggles* In spite of my (to some) frighteningly diverse musical tastes, I'm still a Childe of the Metal Edge. *memory fragment* Yeah. And it's a reference that ... well, we won't go there, eh?
A quizzie I nabbed from.... [insert FX:brain_fart] ... er... right.. anyway...
What kind of disease are you? Elliedoll: | ||
Elliedoll is caused by alien mind control rays. | Elliedoll disease causes a constant lack of clothing. Elliedoll is cured by never wearing shoes ever again. | |
And so it goes, bouncing from bit to bit to bit. Lack of clothing? Odd that that gets mentioned today. Anyway, ....
Wow. I'm babbling again. I seem to be doing this a lot, lately. And so I take a moment to compose my thoughts, then run through the list... and discover that most everything on the list is X-rated. *snicker* Well, hell, at least I'm being consistent. And given my descent into air-headedness, I check my email and find a joke, after which I'll pad back off into my personal weirdness ...
Dangerous Horsie
A pretty blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons or prior experience. She mounts the horse, unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slip from the saddle. In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly impervious to its slipping rider. Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup, and she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over. As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness when to her great fortune...
Bill, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her and unplugs the horse.
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Date: 2004-06-21 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-21 05:51 am (UTC)Shoes are not mere 'clothing'... they're a way of life. So I will thusly sally forth well shod and otherwise ... free. :)
*giggles and snugs*