Giuseppe Zangara

Get out of here. I'd like those muscular thighs squeezing my midsection in the tenderest of embraces.

Nirvana was a breath respite; they ultimately did more damage than good, as far as commercial rock radio goes. It's not their fault, but they're still responsible for it, however indirectly.

Incredible thighs, too.

No, seriously. Did you ever think she had any credibility? What the hell's wrong with you?

Anyway, my own aversion to uncut wang aside, that's a nice-looking cock. Fine in both girth and length.

It's common in Europe.

It's fine. Kreese was never that much like me, I think, in spite of whatever Slayer thinks/thought.

Though he's eased off recently, there was a period where Czech was lifting my old schtick to a much greater degree than you ever did.

I suspect Kreese keeps files on many of this board's residents, particularly the higher profile ones.

Kreese, I made that up.

I understand the ravages of chain smoking on the voice, but that voice of yours belongs to someone around twice your age.

I did not nor care to read this whole thread, but I'll suggest that the only word filter this board really needs is a replacement for "jump the shark" or any variant thereof. Replace it with either "hackneyed buzzword" or "yeast infection" or something else that pops.

subliminal_animal speaks with a slight English lilt, btw.

Of the four people from here I've talked with on the phone, Kotz was the only one that didn't surprise me.

I got the "sorta fine tits though" line, which is what really matters.

I hate that Lowery basically treats Cracker (ugh) and CVB (good) as interchangeable now.

Thread's peaked. Close it now.

I love that about Gedge; I can't think of any other good rock lyricists who balance genuine heartbreak and shallow superficiality as well as him. Most are the former; Greg Dulli is the latter.

Also, the first use of the distortion pedal on "Dalliance" is one of my favorite moments in music.

An aside: I don't think it's possible for girls to like Seamonsters. Sure, there are exceptions, but this is pretty much a "guy" album without any of the stereotypical trappings of what's considered masculine. That can be said for The Wedding Present as a whole, really. Smog is the only other indie band I know of where women I've played them for were at a loss as what to do with it. (Not that Smog and Wedding Present are much alike.)

Seamonsters is the great, underrated break up album. A lot of "fuck you" heartache and a whole mess of pedals.

I hate that I'm not going to be able to see Isis play in Orlando in a couple of weeks.

I can't get behind Don't Tell a Soul, but I like All Shook Down.

One of the times I saw Wilco, Tweedy was being a little cranky, too. He threatened to extend the noiser feedback jams of certain songs, telling chattier members of the audience that they'd (Wilco) "make you wish you brought some fucking earplugs." Must've been the same tour.

By the way, I want "Seen Your Video" to be the music that plays whenever I enter a room, high-fiving my bros and shit.