When I have my personal stereo on on the street I always pretend I'm inside a music video, it's terribly twee. Except when slipknot comes on.
― ken c (ken c), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 08:58 (twenty-one years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 09:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― the neurotic awakening of s (blueski), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 09:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― Onimo (GerryNemo), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 09:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 17:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― ailsa (ailsa), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 17:52 (twenty-one years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 17:53 (twenty-one years ago)
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― ken c (ken c), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 17:53 (twenty-one years ago)
― mookieproof (mookieproof), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 17:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― ailsa (ailsa), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 17:58 (twenty-one years ago)
I want your life but not your soundtrack.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 18:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― stevie wonder (nickalicious), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 18:25 (twenty-one years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 22:33 (twenty-one years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 22:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 22:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 22:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― CeCe Peniston (Anthony Miccio), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 22:50 (twenty-one years ago)
― roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 22:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 22:53 (twenty-one years ago)
Thankfully, I did. It was much easier than dealing with the pa-hain.
― CeCe Peniston (Anthony Miccio), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 22:54 (twenty-one years ago)
― CeCe Peniston (Anthony Miccio), Wednesday, 28 July 2004 22:56 (twenty-one years ago)
don't touch the hair.
― Maneating Leopards of India (Jody Beth Rosen), Friday, 30 July 2004 21:54 (twenty-one years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Thursday, 14 April 2005 15:47 (twenty years ago)
i made a sweet tape for myself for the last time i went to london. for listening to when i was the only one up top on the bus at 4 a.m. on the way back to wherever i was staying. i like to dig it out occasionally and conjure up those feelings. and one of the tunes i had on there, "funky kingston," got played by the dj at the club that night, so i naturally felt all was right with the world.
i skimmed some sort of hip young person's guide to foreign travel and one of its "don'ts" was bringing along music for the journey. these people don't know shit about shit, i thought. it's essential!
― andrew m. (andrewmorgan), Thursday, 14 April 2005 16:26 (twenty years ago)
As in don't be a cultural imperialist? Buy/listen to the local music?
― M. White (Miguelito), Thursday, 14 April 2005 16:31 (twenty years ago)
― andrew m. (andrewmorgan), Thursday, 14 April 2005 16:37 (twenty years ago)
There are always scarily appropriate songs playing on the jukebox in the Vic / on the radio in the caff which reflect the personal circumstances of whoever is there at the time.
Tonight, Grunt Mitchell was pleading with Jane to run away with him. Soundtracked by the totally-unlikely-to-be-played-in-the-caff How Soon Is Now "I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does". I wuv EastEnders.
― ailsa (ailsa), Monday, 15 May 2006 21:22 (nineteen years ago)