Hells yeah...Doctor X wrote:i find it simpler just to buy pointy shoes

Moderator: Ghost Hip

Hells yeah...Doctor X wrote:i find it simpler just to buy pointy shoes



univalve wrote:Boner on Fire Wallet Panties!


These boots, on the other hand, are one of the greatest things I've ever seen. I wanna get some asap and go dancing or something equally obnoxious. Square Dancing maybe, ahhh, those tips would flub up the whole process, will rule. Bowling even, line fouls all night. The options are endless really.sonidero wrote:Hells yeah...Doctor X wrote:i find it simpler just to buy pointy shoes
univalve wrote:Boner on Fire Wallet Panties!

Me either! One had to personally "live" it to comprehend it I suppose...Mudfuzz wrote:I will NEVER get Van Halen's popularity...
univalve wrote:Boner on Fire Wallet Panties!

I guess... but like that one song everyone loves sooo much.. it sounds like someone practicing nothing more...Holy Schnikes wrote:Me either! One had to personally "live" it to comprehend it I suppose...Mudfuzz wrote:I will NEVER get Van Halen's popularity...

Eric! wrote:YOU'RE like having two pedals in one
with your...momentary fuck switch and all..
music, videos, in progress - http://www.youtube.com/c/behndytheactionindex wrote:QUADRACOCK BEHNDERFUCK


damn you schnikesHoly Schnikes wrote:Those Van Halen Chucks® are almost as repulsive as that contraption in the OP.

Dude...Holy Schnikes wrote:These boots, on the other hand, are one of the greatest things I've ever seen. I wanna get some asap and go dancing or something equally obnoxious. Square Dancing maybe, ahhh, those tips would flub up the whole process, will rule. Bowling even, line fouls all night. The options are endless really.sonidero wrote:Hells yeah...Doctor X wrote:i find it simpler just to buy pointy shoes
To clarify, I never dance but I will if I get those babies.


Ahhh young Grasshopper, you did indeed need to "live it". Let me take you back to a time called 1978. The the Guitar Gods were of a different age (the 60's), they were the Old Gods, Hendrix, Clapton, Page, among other minor deities. Then one day, a mighty roar emanated from radio speakers, a sound familiar, yet entirely new, a song of the old guard (You Really Got Me), twisted, streamlined, and supercharged. It was like someone had shown up to a chariot race in a muscle car. Young minds were blown as the sound reached the four corners of the earth. It was a sound of the New God, a sound that made the faithful turn their backs on the old ways. And the message that the Mouth of the New God was spouting in tandem with the New God's sound, Party! Party! Party! It was a siren song no dirtbag who had seen less than 20 winters could resist.Mudfuzz wrote:I will NEVER get Van Halen's popularity...


i think this is what killed post-rock, too...it's not easy to be Tortoise, gybe! or Tristeza, but it's easy enough to be a mediocre reflection that it kills the appeal of the original.Rob Fossil wrote:You could not escape the sound, for it was easy to replicate but difficult to replicate well.

Fair enough, but I feel like post-rock is slowly moving away from those sort of bands. Bands like Caspian, If These Trees Could Talk, and Gifts From Enola have all come out with incredible albums this year, and they avoid that whole "washy guitars climaxing eventually" for the most part.dubkitty wrote:i think this is what killed post-rock, too...it's not easy to be Tortoise, gybe! or Tristeza, but it's easy enough to be a mediocre reflection that it kills the appeal of the original.Rob Fossil wrote:You could not escape the sound, for it was easy to replicate but difficult to replicate well.