Look fast and you may miss it. The clock hands chop chop along at a blistering pace and you turn around and where's the decade go?
Got a posting on MySpace today asking to list the bands you been in. Crimony, that made me calculate the old milage ticker. (WARNING: Shameless name dropping ahead!)
Not to mention the time we made Jerry Garcia cry, bought Jonathan Richman a salad at Doc's Pad, plundered the Reverend's liquor and Grohl's guitar strings, paid the Cowgirl's parking tickets, stole Nashville Pussy's women, forced Mojo Nixon to read Suzanne Sommer's poetry, hit on Westerberg's future wife ... and, you get the idea ... many, many other bad bad things.
Hell in not too long, I'll have been making rock music for 20 years.
What do you want YOUR gravestone to say?
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