Somebody sic Armond White on that guy.

Uh, uhh!

You, madam, or sir, have the patience of a saint.

And I'll play the sousaphone.  It is awful.

Not if you're playing Dawes for a girl in a pool, or upside-down.

That Laurel Canyon Sound is like a bird, man.  It can't be chained to one record, or to one woman.  Baby, like, it's just got to ramble.  Dig?

Though not so complicated as bird law.

I turns out that JFK stands for "just faking kindness."

@avclub-d384bcca32b907ebe7ddba0ab102f792:disqus I call it a Lawnmower.

@avclub-82cf46948ca0f531a256e38473c9282f:disqus Candy Apple Island?  What do they have there?

And now you know…the rest of the story.

And, if I may say so, *Hours* is a totally underrated album.

You make it sound so sexy.

Only acceptable is the pills were still inside and consumed in loving homage.

Oh, sure, it's "creepy" to raise another human being like your own child with the sole intention of making freaky sex with her once she fills out a little.  You know what, buddy?  It was good enough for Woody Allen and, damn it, it's good enough for Big_Knife…HE'S SUCH A LITTLE TROOPER!

Not only do all of these people exist, but they have been asking for their mail on a daily basis.  It's all they're talking about up there!

Why, yes, and what a  frabulous, grabulous, zip-zoop-zabulous present it will be.

Everybody knows who you are, my master.

Well, you lost me at Dylan, but I agree with the first part.

Pay no attention to the handsome and ageless rock star hiding behind the couch!