At our current rate of retro-consumption we will soon be expressing nostalgia for events that have yet to occur.
I once got slapped by my mom for singing "The Vatican Rag".
One can surmise that you have never heard Suzyn Waldman.
I was thinking just this the other day whilst strolling on Peter Jennings Way.
On People Will Be Singing That Song From From The White Stripes "Elephant" Album Long After Elephants Themselves Are Extinct
It is annoying to hear that riff being crowd-sourced, if you will, but at least it has rendered Gary Glitter more obsolete.
Facebook is for divorcees and future divorcees.
I suffer from residual self-image, which sometimes leads to a third pancake.
There is snow.
There is snow who?
There is snow business like show business.
On Dear Mom
My father died at 56 of non-small cell lung cancer. He said that if he ever got sick, he would ride a Harley all the way from Half Moon Bat to Santa Barbara on PCH. Instead, he just hoped to make it to the Pancake Breakfast at Sacred Heart. Every time I see a Pancake Breakfast sign I well up. This apology hit me in the sacred heart.
Or for Clive Davis...something something Crown Heights