My roommate just told me that the Yeah Yeah Yeah's are the Pixies of "our" generation. I had to stifle my urge to smack him and instead responded that the Pixies are actually the Pixies of my generation. I always knew the guy was a little musically inept, but jesus christ, really?!?!?!? The only good thing to come out of the Yeah Yeah Yeah's was Head Wound City and the countless nights I spent alone in my room, drunk on whiskey and crying to "Maps."

Speaking of whiskey drunk, I kinda woke up like this last week with a few little embarrassing details left out. Amazingly, I wasn't hungover. I think I was so drunk the night before I transcended mere regular drunkness.
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i saw that photo once. it was juxtaposed to a photo of an Iyengar yogi doing yoga in a similar pose. The caption underneath the one you posted said something like "Irish yoga."
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