Jones Crusher, Jones Crusher
Deadly Jaws, better get the gauze
- Frank Zappa
Well, I’ll be damned. I like Yes. It’s almost shameful, but after finding the complete Yes discography… in the forest… I must say that I’ve listened to a hell of a lot of Yes lately, and they don’t suck. They’re a little hoity toity, and they don’t seem to be affiliated with heroin, Satan, or Aleister Crowley (although I’m pretty sure Rick Wakeman eats babies), but… they’re amazing musicians with a unique take on rock.
It’s nostalgic especially because this blog is a place where friends from almost 30 years ago keep in touch with me, expressing their love by questioning my sexuality and correcting my Spanish. Lo Siento, the Gus.
Yes, no… Yes, no… Yes, maybe… ok, Yes.
“It’s nostalgic especially because this blog is a place where friends from almost 30 years ago keep in touch with me, expressing their love by questioning my sexuality and correcting my Spanish.”
If this is about any of my posts… Shit, I hate TEXT. It always brings the wrong ideas to the table. A single comment can have devastating effects for absolutely no reason at all. Then people go silent for months stewing over a single misunderstood subject. Well, fuck. There it is. I apologize for whatever I said, but I assure you my comments were directed toward the post, not the author. Why would I be malicious toward a Blog I try to promote. It makes no sense.