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October 11, 2005
poetic license, actually it's what writers take, mostly all the time. these tracks >
Get Behind Me Satan It's a near-perfect album. Which these days is a perfect album, in my book. And even its imperfections, well you know you can dance to them. 'Cause if you think an album is all in the production then have fun dancing alone in your little booth. And while you're at it, get behind me. Get behind me anyway.
"Nothing will ever be attempted if all possible objections must first be overcome." "Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be." -- Samuel Johnson (both)
-- Richard Feynman October 10, 2005 We'll Tell You Who Won Fair and square. Just believe us when we tell you that our equipment is infallible. That's not duct-tape, that's state-of-the-art engineering in action. Someone told me yesterday that it's an advanced polymer, some space-age material, and I believe it is. Sure looks like it, right? They just told me, yesterday. Well, that piece of paper, where does that go? It's like half off, half on. OK well, now that's a different machine, that's not ours. I can't vouch for that one. Though I'm guessing a bit of fixative would help. Super Glue? Super Glue or Gorilla Glue. Possibly even Elmer's. Hell, they're all good strong American glues. ... OK. Posted by Melissa Price at 11:28 AM
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