tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613724486830661308.post8907146297240082387..comments2023-09-28T08:45:28.674-05:00Comments on Music Writemare: Yummy. White. Skinny. Hairy.J. Temperancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07689038795727052643noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613724486830661308.post-46359567786316325732007-08-16T17:24:00.000-05:002007-08-16T17:24:00.000-05:00I'm feeling a lot of bonding here, Mr. Temperance....I'm feeling a lot of bonding here, Mr. Temperance.<BR/><BR/>I, too, had an adolescent fondness for curse-filled funnery. My personal favorite fixes were the beloved Pantera anthem "Fucking Hostile," and of course "Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits, which I actually still regard as one of my all time favorite jams.<BR/><BR/>I, too, lost a precious item to the maw of parental taste - my "Jesus Built My Hotrod" Ministry t-shirt, which my mother absolutely HATED, and then one day it disappeared into the ether.<BR/><BR/>I, too, had a year's subscription (or so) to Rolling Stone - though here's the part where I feel old as fuck, cause my first issue was the original Nirvana cover story (I could probably quote large portions from memory), and one of my last was the Cobain death tribute. <BR/><BR/>Some of it was great - I have particularly fond memories of a great interview with Axl Rose, as well as some hot-as-fuck Cindy Crawford pictures - and I didn't even like Cindy Crawford.<BR/><BR/>But yeah, they lost the plot in a major way. I remember them busting out a ***** review of "Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain" back when indie was a cool as it could ever be. Apparently, those days are over, and now we live in Zac Efron's world.<BR/><BR/>Ain't it but a bitch?Mattie-Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18192203712330476526noreply@blogger.com