Since I'm obsessed with Dolores O'Riordan I've posted this more times than are healthy. Also the song you've posted.

Here's a shout out to Theo Epstein.

When my son moved away, I emailed him this song.

Good for heem.

Brings back memories. Or flashbacks?

I read a bunch of stories about barfing and they became so real I could smell the barf so I barfed all over my laptop. Wife won't be happy.

That should be SHOULD NOT, shouldn't.

Ian Anderson told a joke that I've always remembered at the Northwestern concert. Martin Barre was getting it on with some posh, horny old gal. She pointed at his crotch and asked:

I'll post a full album.

At the risk of dating myself, I've seen them at McGaw Hall, Northwestern Campus (fuck, I'm old) and at the old Chicago Stadium. Both great concerts.

Beige is the new grey.

Agreed. Poor dude, RIP.

Bass drives the beat. Think of some of the greats, Geezer Butler, John Entwistle, Larry Graham, Lemmy Kilmister, and all the others I've forgotten.

Watching the Goonies, I thought Martha Plimpton was a giant. In Raising Hope, she's petite.

Welp, I'm sort of obsessed with Jeff's sometime bass player Tal Wikenfeld.

Hey Routt. how's the weather?

Wadaya say Erg?

Bless you Erg.

Fuck music. Anyone read a good book lately?

Reel men go fishing.