GET HUNGRYPosted on March 9, 2009 by Juancho • 16 CommentsWhat do cycling and rock/roll have in common? You have to suffer if you want to be good. Juancho Related PostsRip AwayChaos Will Ensue!Box Me UpFloatingGet on the BusCrispy
Is that bottom pic, Ron Jamis? Perhaps if you had audio, it would be easier to tell.
Frankly, I suffer and I’m not much good at all.
Nor nearly as thin as they are.
Shit. I even suffer wrong.
by that logic, Iggy is the greatest rocker of all time!
Ok, I’ll go with it.
Can I get goo packets with heroine in them?
Iggy? The bottom picture is Floyd Landis and the top is Justin Timberlake.
I saw Iggy open for the Pretenders on his “Blah, Blah, Blah,” tour. It was a religious experience. His version of “China Girl” which he co-wrote with Bowie, haunts me still. Duriing th outro of that song he stood motionless after a forty minute seisure fueled assualt. The crowd went ape shit. I learned right then, that icons do more with nothing than posers do with an army.
On the Timberlake tip? Say what you want, but that kid is no fluke. He has big chops and writes his own tunes. He can sing his ass off too. I respect that, and will wait off air for your comments.
Has Iggy put a shirt on in 40 years? Up here in the D everytime the Stooges get passed over for the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame it’s a front page story. Where is the respect?
Dr. D! That is a shirt, you can buy them at that kooky store in the mall!
I’m still not buying it. Is it possible that Ron Jamis and Iggy are one and the same?! He does go missing for long periods of time during the summer…
If it was Ron he would be wearing a terry cloth wristband, and no Wrecking Ball- it is not time to acknowledge JT Money as a real artist yet. Maybe next year.
And I, your auntienan have been starving for a long, long time, wilting like a flower in the midday sun.
Today I am moving out of my beautiful house into a spiritual retreat, paring down my life to a bedroom, bathroom and kitchenette, as I say a hasty but well-thought-out good-bye to 14 years of marriage to a good man who is impossible to live with — a man who thought we could cage a wild bird, who thought money mattered the most, whose head was maybe in the right place but whose heart and treasures were in material wealth. Silly man. I’m free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, free at last!
Amen, favoritenephewjuancho, amen.
And here we are trying to have a ridiculous conversation.
Can I have dibs on her tv?
Hey, and I’ll take any overly expensive lawn and garden equipment that might be lying around.
That also sounds like the kind of guy who might have an expensive bike he never rides. Oh, wait, I guess I already have a few of those.
IF YA’LL WANT TO BIKE UP TO SHEPHERDSTOWN OR FLY INTO D.C. AND BIKE HERE BY WAY OF THE C&O TOWPATH NW OF GEORGETOWN TO PRACTICALLY MY FRONT DOOR, WE’LL SEE WHAT WE CAN DO TO REDISTRIBUTE THE WEALTH. OH, HORRORS TO THE ONCE-ESTABLISHMENT: FIE ON THE WEALTH REDISTRIBUTORS. FIE, I SAY.
HEY, JOHNNYBOY, WE SHOULD TALK SOME DAY SOON. SEND E-MAIL TO: firstname.lastname@example.org.
WE’RE PRETTY MUCH BEARING PECK’S SPIRIT, AND I’M HOLDING UP MY END NICELY. YOU? YOU MUST BE OR I WOULD BE CRUSHED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF IT.