Feet facing inward

If we were to rename the band, Feet Falling Forward sounds good, right? Right?

So it's Fridayish, and therefore we celebrate/lambast the week that was. Ya'll know the drill.

And you know those "Currently listening to" things people mention on personal blogs and what not? Since we started editing the ol' post, we've gone from Gabriel's I Grieve to the Crows' Raining in Baltimore to an incredible Garcia cover of I Second that Emotion to Gray's Say Hello, Wave Goodbye to The Band's Ophelia and the Stones' Wild Horses.

Music is goodness, but ya'll knew that.

Heroez
With all due respect to skankho, that's hot. So hot. Like rename your band hot.

Impressive.

Meth is for kids, mmmmmK? Steph, you were so the one we thought would end up normal.

And line of the week goes to Spencer. Hands down. We hope not, too.

Not so much...
Huh?

Now we give Howard a lot of sh*t in these here parts, mainly because we dig us some Norton 'N Friends. But the Jersey Guys, as they are known, suck. And they are no Howie. Not even Howie phoning it in on his worst day. Assclowns, these two.

We're going to see this, but with wicked reservations. Rocky just isn't Rocky without Adrianne. We've said this before, we know. But 60-year-old Rocky makes us sad. There's no easy way out, indeed.

Oops. Jersey in the hersey fersherzeeee. Nice work. Move along people. There's nothing to see here.

Now, Frey's an ass. But again with the suing? $10 million? What are you people, on dope? Oh. Yeah. Check that. You are.