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If you love music I'd probably like to meet you. If you happen to live in New York, then we might even meet in person.
If you are going to 'friend' me and you don't already know me, it would be cool get an email telling me who you are and what about my profile led you to want to reach out. Bands, if I want to be your friend I'll reach out to you. I'm not here to collect friends or be collected. I love meeting new people, just be more than a link.
Okay, here's the obligatory list of bands...
strap in...
Wire, Gang Of Four, New Model Army, The Clash, Not Drowning Waving, My Friend The Chocolate Cake, Social Distortion, The Cure, Joy Division, The Smiths, The Chameleons, Comsat Angels, Depeche Mode, Buzzcocks, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Franz Ferdinand, Morphine, Sugar, Shriekback, Bad Religion, Dogs Die In Hot Cars, The Killers, Nitzer Ebb, Front 242, Underworld, Test Department, Elefant, Lords Of The New Church, Cop Shoot Cop, The Armoury Show, Bauhaus, Oingo Boingo, X, Love And Rockets, Devo, Brainbug, Tones On Tail, Jawbreaker, Microchip League, The Damned, Savage Republic, The Abecedarians, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Barry Adamson, Dead Can Dance, Sisters Of Mercy, XTC, New Order, Simple Minds, Human League, The The, VNV Nation, Pixies, The Gun Club, Placebo, Apoptygma Berzerk, Blondie, Flesh For Lulu, Modern English, Siouxsie And The Banshees, Death In June, Lush, The Cocteau Twins, Concrete Blonde, Leonard Cohen, Therapy?, The Prodigy, B-Movie, SPK, Chris & Cosey, Throbbing Gristle, Wolfsheim, The Strokes, Elastica, Cabaret Voltaire, Mental As Anything, Firewater, The Young Gods, Sash, The Chemical Brothers, The Verve, Pop Will Eat Itself, OMD, Secession, INXS, Gene Loves Jezebel, The Cult, Peter Murphy, Kraftwerk, Mood 6, Jet Black Factory, KMFDM, Wall Of Voodoo, Fictional, The Alarm, Coil, Miss Kittin, The Cramps, Stray Cats, SSQ, Contagion, Magazine... and of course... Q. Lazzarus!
There was a time, a time before cable. When the local anchorman reigned supreme. When people believed everything they heard on TV. This was an age when only men were allowed to read the news. And in San Diego, one anchorman was more man then the rest. His name was Ron Burgundy. He was like a god walking amongst mere mortals. He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr and suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo. In other words, Ron Burgundy was the balls.