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I told you brother they are the gospel. Idk what their political leanings or backgrounds or whatever are. I don't care they make great American rock and roll they are just some dudes from Maryland and that's all I wanna know lol.
Listening more, honestly they do sound pretty fucking based.
I have no idea which song I'm hearing now, but I'm getting my revolution on.
He has that 'grunge' vocalist styling, which was never my thing... and that does not matter at all. Not in a bad way. Honestly, damn. Okay, these beers went straight to where they were meant to go: MY BLADDER! But also my brain feels free again!
Thanks for providing a worthy soundtrack. I was unfair with that "grunge" comparison earlier. Now I feel more of a Blood Sweat and Tears or maybe Four Dog Night thing going here. Badass. I AM PRO-CLUTCH!
Shit, now I am banned in places, probably. Oh well.
Banned in the best way. FUCK ANY ANTI CLUTCHERS! GEARHEDS FOR LIFE BABYYYYYY
I never deny my love of clutches.
Being an 'automatic' was the biggest thing I had to get over with my Mercedes. That left pedal is MAGIC! The ability to be in TOTAL CONTROL of the beast of a machine. Also, it's not convertible... another minus. BUT it has twice the power of the Fiat it repalced, AND can handle easily as well... and a bunch of times the price, but whatever. I thought I could afford it at the time. And I did. But yeah.
Oops. Digression continues...
Not knowing is GREAT! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!
Of course, if they're "super based", that would be cool, but then their commie customers would stop sending in their dosh. Whatever.
Performers need to PERFORM, and otherwise STFU!!
That said, the artists I got to work with usually taught me something I did not previously know. Sometimes ones who are wholeheartedly the enemy now, but learning is learning. And even the enemy has the capacity to THINK, I think. I wish I had not lost track of many of them, but when I switched careers, I cut all ties to the previous one like a cultist.
Is that not life, though? I feel like Al Bundy waxing lyrical over his high school sportball victories.
Except for how I got to team up with my wife, who did the same things when we met, to earn us a bit more dosh doing more of the same at her much more legendary bar.
She hardly ever charged me for beers. That is apparently the value of my soul. But again, I digress.
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