A combative has-been.
Innaway
Some old bullshit:
The Third Degree
Eleven Thirty-Four
Mike V. & the Rats
King Crimson, food, baseball, dogs, traveling with and without my music equipment
Dan Halen, Chim Richolds, Larry Fader
It would be easier to name off what I don't like in Western Popular music: boy bands, slow jams, The Wave, KOST 103.1, rap-metal, mall punk and pure shit such as Creed.
"The cover is a good indication of the lack of musical invention within. The musical growth rate of the band cannot even be charted---they are treading water in a sea of retarded sexuality and bad poetry"
"Oh surf look good huh, Vince?"
"Not bad."
"Many Haole surfers but we'll blow them away bra."
"Whatevers. We go!"
"Tell me about it, man. I gotta wake my ass up at 6 AM every day this week and drag myself up to Vascalindas. Yeah, I’m doing the drywall up there at the new McDonalds."
"Granted, the tapes themselves, you own them, alright? But the magic that is on those tapes, that fucking heart and soul that we put onto those tapes, that is ours and you don't own that! Now I need to take that magic and get it over the record company! They're waiting for us! We were supposed to be there a half hour ago! We look like assholes, man!"
"El Roacho"
"Excuse me. No banging your head on the display case, please. It contains a very rare Mary Worth in which she has advised a friend to commit suicide. Thank you."
"I can't believe Krusty is really gone!" "Don't worry, son. I'm sure he's in heaven right now laughing it up with the other celebrities: John Dillinger, Ty Cobb, Josef Stalin...I wish I were dead."
A Confederacy of Dunces, Brave New World, Tropic of Cancer
"David Crosby! You're my hero!" "Oh, you like my music?" "You're a musician?"