When I was in my late teens I sang a song I wrote for a little cupie-cute girl and she said, 'Sounds like Secret Agent Man, and she was right. Later another girl thought my drawings were funny and not in a good way.
You have to acknowledge and survive these things and go on.
Otherwise, Huell Howser will celebrate your forgettable failed efforts as Amazing and youāll get more depressed than the last time you saw richard in his cups.
From that you may not recover, my friend. From that you may actually die.
He said, āWhoās that guy in a dressing gown?ā She said, āBaby, donāt you mind, heās just a friend, heās just a friend, heās just a friend of mineā¦ā
Real name, Schoovaerts! I wonder who was Klein?
In an electronic group in the 80s; I only listened to two tracks, but heard a little Amy Winehart flavor in the secondā¦
I was just reminding someone the other day how āwateryā cafe coffee used to be. See how chill Patsy and the Klineroos are? Weak coffee and somewhat settled souls.
Youād think itās enjoy it more than I do. I once played the clarinet in school and aspired to play Sax, but my school forced me to pick between playing music and French class, and I picked French and never went back to musical instruments.
But no. I think I would only enjoy most of this music if I was deprived of most senses and human contact and most of my alternative preferences for a time first. Then I would absolutely love it all. Until then, Iāll stick to audiobooks as my primary auditory love (Iāve got 3K books waiting for me to read), and other genres second.
Have you ever immersed in a sensory deprivation tank like Robin Williams did regularly in the mid-80s?
I saw him in a tiny club at that time and he was a fun stream to frolic in.
Jim Carey seems to be in that frame these days judging by a Comedians/Coffee segment I saw. He stood on the cushions of his restaurant booth and poured water from over his head (ten feet up) into a short glass on the table without spilling a drop.