The Music Thread
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Electricity
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Why not?
Mowl, the people of Ireland are of a sunny disposition today, it's a bank holiday and we are honouring our patron saint, Saint Patrick.
I guess in Finland, it hasn't even thawed yet, sun beaming through the windows 24 hours a day blinding yez all (no wonder you're in a grump)
Mowl, the people of Ireland are of a sunny disposition today, it's a bank holiday and we are honouring our patron saint, Saint Patrick.
I guess in Finland, it hasn't even thawed yet, sun beaming through the windows 24 hours a day blinding yez all (no wonder you're in a grump)
Mowl
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You reek of desperation and supreme losership, jambo.
It must hurt when you've set your life up in such a way as to have the dole to rely on so you can waste your days and nights getting angry with anonymous online entities you've never met seventeen hours every day and night, only to find that when you're booted off one site for being a stupid little cunt and trying to make up for lost ground on another, that the gaping hole which is the meaning of your existence finally comes crashing down around your ears and you find yourself facing into the maw of pointlessness and and yet another existential crisis?
Tell us: do you ever feel guilty about scrounging the dole so that you can blog your life away?
Do you really thinks it changes anything?
You're a fool, Jambo - a waster.
A loser.
Kill yourself.
It must hurt when you've set your life up in such a way as to have the dole to rely on so you can waste your days and nights getting angry with anonymous online entities you've never met seventeen hours every day and night, only to find that when you're booted off one site for being a stupid little cunt and trying to make up for lost ground on another, that the gaping hole which is the meaning of your existence finally comes crashing down around your ears and you find yourself facing into the maw of pointlessness and and yet another existential crisis?
Tell us: do you ever feel guilty about scrounging the dole so that you can blog your life away?
Do you really thinks it changes anything?
You're a fool, Jambo - a waster.
A loser.
Kill yourself.
Electricity
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Electricity
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Mowl
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Jambo displaying his epic ignorance of modern music again.
He can't help himself: he has this thing about boys, men, youths, males, penises, old men, sweaty men, leader-like men, men who whine all day about being replaced, Keith Woods, middle-aged men, gay men, straight men, white men, black men, yellow men, red men, natives, immigrants, soldiers, scouts, politicians, cannibals, Declan Kelly, lads, the Mowl, Wooftie, Val, underpants, mucky boots on silky white sheets, men he knows, men he's yet to meet, fat boys, drunkards, Slash, Liam Gallagher, boys will be boys, men to boys, Westlife, Ronan Keating, your man on Telegram, your man on Real True Education, me, you, your schoolmates, the guy you get your weed from, and of course this wan:
He can't help himself: he has this thing about boys, men, youths, males, penises, old men, sweaty men, leader-like men, men who whine all day about being replaced, Keith Woods, middle-aged men, gay men, straight men, white men, black men, yellow men, red men, natives, immigrants, soldiers, scouts, politicians, cannibals, Declan Kelly, lads, the Mowl, Wooftie, Val, underpants, mucky boots on silky white sheets, men he knows, men he's yet to meet, fat boys, drunkards, Slash, Liam Gallagher, boys will be boys, men to boys, Westlife, Ronan Keating, your man on Telegram, your man on Real True Education, me, you, your schoolmates, the guy you get your weed from, and of course this wan:
Electricity
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Jambo displaying his epic ignorance of modern music again.
He can't help himself: he has this thing about boys, men, youths, males, penises, old men, sweaty men, leader-like men, men who whine all day about being replaced, Keith Woods, middle-aged men, gay men, straight men, white men, black men, yellow men, red men, natives, immigrants, soldiers, scouts, politicians, cannibals, Declan Kelly, lads, the Mowl, Wooftie, Val, underpants, mucky boots on silky white sheets, men he knows, men he's yet to meet, fat boys, drunkards, Slash, Liam Gallagher, boys will be boys, men to boys, Westlife, Ronan Keating, your man on Telegram, your man on Real True Education, me, you, your schoolmates, the guy you get your weed from, and of course this wan:
Electricity
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I like the way he delays the word.. Time
And then the second verse starts differently
Now I get up around whenever..
I actually tried to post a lyrics version of it, two attempts, but neither would embed. I think one was age-restricted and I was like, what? There's only one cuss word in it (mutherfucker) I think but then I thought that maybe it has something to do with the drug theme.
So what do you think of Adler's drumming?
Mowl
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Crap.
Utter shiteballs, actually.
He whacks his cowbell like Val beats his cows.
You have neither taste nor awareness of the creative arts: so just you stick to being a painful little cunt, eh.
This latest male hero of yours?
He's a scumbag who spends most of his life asleep/high in a trailer backstage at some shitty American music festival.
Between your hero worship of Liam and Noel Gallagher to you thinking Goons & Posers are an original act, you display an amazing ignorance about even the four most recent decades and what impact they've had on second-hand singalong bands of remarkably little talent, like Oasis. At least when I did a cover band project I made it clear that we are, in fact - a party band: we play what you want to hear. And then some.
They call me (usually by recommendation) and ask if I'm free on such and such a date for such and such a party. Yes, as it happens I am free that day. My fees START at this price (they begin to hear my remix of 'Ainutkertainen' drifting from the background and I tell them yes, that's me you're hearing) and end at THIS price. For the various prices there are various packages: the full package is the best bargain.
Five to six sets, all your choices and a few of ours depending on the crowd. Ten to twelve (Finnish) songs per sets 1, 2, and 3, with drinks and food backstage during our breaks, then two to three more sets sprinkled with songs we like thrown in even though they weren't asked for. But I know what works and what doesn't as I have an independent view on how these things need to be.
Then after the stage closes, you can even have a free set of acoustic numbers played table by table as the rest of us take down the stage rig behind the curtains. Drivers are selected in rota (I don't drive, I'm the face of the band, our ambassador) so we need a cold slab in the back of the bus for the drive back home.
Cash deals are accepted but only on strict provisos: we both need absolute trust in each other that John Q Taxman knows nothing about what transpired.
But in general, and for insurance purposes, cheques are the norm.
We'll even do a bossa-nova version of 'Welcome To The Jungle' or a swing version of '.. ... . . ......' er, wait: I can't think of even one other song of theirs.
Odd, that.
Eh?
Utter shiteballs, actually.
He whacks his cowbell like Val beats his cows.
You have neither taste nor awareness of the creative arts: so just you stick to being a painful little cunt, eh.
This latest male hero of yours?
He's a scumbag who spends most of his life asleep/high in a trailer backstage at some shitty American music festival.
Between your hero worship of Liam and Noel Gallagher to you thinking Goons & Posers are an original act, you display an amazing ignorance about even the four most recent decades and what impact they've had on second-hand singalong bands of remarkably little talent, like Oasis. At least when I did a cover band project I made it clear that we are, in fact - a party band: we play what you want to hear. And then some.
They call me (usually by recommendation) and ask if I'm free on such and such a date for such and such a party. Yes, as it happens I am free that day. My fees START at this price (they begin to hear my remix of 'Ainutkertainen' drifting from the background and I tell them yes, that's me you're hearing) and end at THIS price. For the various prices there are various packages: the full package is the best bargain.
Five to six sets, all your choices and a few of ours depending on the crowd. Ten to twelve (Finnish) songs per sets 1, 2, and 3, with drinks and food backstage during our breaks, then two to three more sets sprinkled with songs we like thrown in even though they weren't asked for. But I know what works and what doesn't as I have an independent view on how these things need to be.
Then after the stage closes, you can even have a free set of acoustic numbers played table by table as the rest of us take down the stage rig behind the curtains. Drivers are selected in rota (I don't drive, I'm the face of the band, our ambassador) so we need a cold slab in the back of the bus for the drive back home.
Cash deals are accepted but only on strict provisos: we both need absolute trust in each other that John Q Taxman knows nothing about what transpired.
But in general, and for insurance purposes, cheques are the norm.
We'll even do a bossa-nova version of 'Welcome To The Jungle' or a swing version of '.. ... . . ......' er, wait: I can't think of even one other song of theirs.
Odd, that.
Eh?
Electricity
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Mowl, your criticism is very low IQ (and rage-filled)
Why should I care about the appearance of an artist today (Holly's looking pretty good though) when I'm talking about (music from) yesteryear, whether that's Axl Rose, Susanna or Michael Jackson?
Why should I care about the appearance of an artist today (Holly's looking pretty good though) when I'm talking about (music from) yesteryear, whether that's Axl Rose, Susanna or Michael Jackson?
Crap.
Utter shiteballs, actually.
He whacks his cowbell like Val beats his cows.
You have neither taste nor awareness of the creative arts: so just you stick to being a painful little cunt, eh.
This latest male hero of yours?
He's a scumbag who spends most of his life asleep/high in a trailer backstage at some shitty American music festival.
Between your hero worship of Liam and Noel Gallagher to you thinking Goons & Posers are an original act, you display an amazing ignorance about even the four most recent decades and what impact they've had on second-hand singalong bands of remarkably little talent, like Oasis. At least when I did a cover band project I made it clear that we are, in fact - a party band: we play what you want to hear. And then some.
They call me (usually by recommendation) and ask if I'm free on such and such a date for such and such a party. Yes, as it happens I am free that day. My fees START at this price (they begin to hear my remix of 'Ainutkertainen' drifting from the background and I tell them yes, that's me you're hearing) and end at THIS price. For the various prices there are various packages: the full package is the best bargain.
Five to six sets, all your choices and a few of ours depending on the crowd. Ten to twelve (Finnish) songs per sets 1, 2, and 3, with drinks and food backstage during our breaks, then two to three more sets sprinkled with songs we like thrown in even though they weren't asked for. But I know what works and what doesn't as I have an independent view on how these things need to be.
Then after the stage closes, you can even have a free set of acoustic numbers played table by table as the rest of us take down the stage rig behind the curtains. Drivers are selected in rota (I don't drive, I'm the face of the band, our ambassador) so we need a cold slab in the back of the bus for the drive back home.
Cash deals are accepted but only on strict provisos: we both need absolute trust in each other that John Q Taxman knows nothing about what transpired.
But in general, and for insurance purposes, cheques are the norm.
We'll even do a bossa-nova version of 'Welcome To The Jungle' or a swing version of '.. ... . . ......' er, wait: I can't think of even one other song of theirs.
Odd, that.
Eh?
The Hair-Metal phase was borderline transvestism. I could see Dan fitting into such a setup.
Mowl
Member
Haven't you anything original?
Why do you have to keep repeating the same old same old day after day?
You're fucking retarded is why.
Because Axl's a scumbag, Susanna Hoff is an aul' wan, and Michael Jackson was a white man when he finally kicked the bucket.
He also had a thing about little boys and their little willies - which makes me think you're not too far off his trail.
You know NOTHING about music - you're the modern day equivalent of a teenage girlie Top Of The Pops fan.
It'd take twelve Axl Roses to weigh the same as one Declan Kelly.
Or in Jambo's case, half an Axl and three loose teeth.
Electricity
Member
Michael Jackson had vitiligo, a skin disease, I don't believe that he molested kids, in fact, the weight of the evidence points more to extortion than anything else.
Mowl
Member
So three thousand, six-hundred and eighty-nine comments later, how does it feel to be tossed overboard like a starving Irish convict en route to Van Diemen's Land? What have you got to show for your efforts, Jambo? Nothing? See? You're fucking useless.
Now go take a bite out of your two-euro Michael Jackson's greatest hits CD from Oxfam.
Electricity
Member
I don't care, like I said, you don't get this. I don't care about my accounts, my threads, my posts, they don't need to live forever.
But I will always be, The Greatest
But I will always be, The Greatest
Electricity
Member
Do you have anything to say about the music, as a matter of interest?
Electricity
Member
Yeah, I know what you're saying but Steven Adler vs. Tony McCarroll, who wins?
You have neither taste nor awareness of the creative arts: so just you stick to being a painful little cunt, eh.
This latest male hero of yours?
He's a scumbag who spends most of his life asleep/high in a trailer backstage at some shitty American music festival.
Between your hero worship of Liam and Noel Gallagher to you thinking Goons & Posers are an original act, you display an amazing ignorance about even the four most recent decades and what impact they've had on second-hand singalong bands of remarkably little talent, like Oasis. At least when I did a cover band project I made it clear that we are, in fact - a party band: we play what you want to hear. And then some.
They call me (usually by recommendation) and ask if I'm free on such and such a date for such and such a party. Yes, as it happens I am free that day. My fees START at this price (they begin to hear my remix of 'Ainutkertainen' drifting from the background and I tell them yes, that's me you're hearing) and end at THIS price. For the various prices there are various packages: the full package is the best bargain.
Five to six sets, all your choices and a few of ours depending on the crowd. Ten to twelve (Finnish) songs per sets 1, 2, and 3, with drinks and food backstage during our breaks, then two to three more sets sprinkled with songs we like thrown in even though they weren't asked for. But I know what works and what doesn't as I have an independent view on how these things need to be.
Then after the stage closes, you can even have a free set of acoustic numbers played table by table as the rest of us take down the stage rig behind the curtains. Drivers are selected in rota (I don't drive, I'm the face of the band, our ambassador) so we need a cold slab in the back of the bus for the drive back home.
Cash deals are accepted but only on strict provisos: we both need absolute trust in each other that John Q Taxman knows nothing about what transpired.
But in general, and for insurance purposes, cheques are the norm.
We'll even do a bossa-nova version of 'Welcome To The Jungle' or a swing version of '.. ... . . ......' er, wait: I can't think of even one other song of theirs.
Odd, that.
Eh?