Hell, I knew it was dead when I bought that Kayne West CD. If you've got some fat, balding middle-aged white man buying your stuff, it's pretty much toast as far as 'cool' goes...
The perfect time to move in, when they're vulnerable...
not funny
I've got to test out my new material someplace. And you're coming with me to the Poconos.
How's the veal?
You people joke, but I'm sure regretting those hours laying on the floor stoned with my head between the speakers listening to Meddle at a ridiculously high volume. Of course, if I had any idea I'd be staring fifty in the face one day...