John is dead…

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So much for solemn pledges not to write about dead rock stars. They’ve been dropping like flies lately. Except for the Rolling Stones – that’s almost creepy.

But John Entwhistle. I’m really sorry. I used to want to be John. I was a big Who fan. The bass was my favorite instrument, the one I aspired to play. And John epitomized the bass player for me, and I wanted to be him. Not the mod Entwhistle in the picture at the top, the taciturn beardy one below. I came close. I grew the same beard, had the same hair. I just never learned to play the bass for shit. I mean, I was passably okay on my Fender Precision there for a while, and then Punk started and anyone could play in a band but my amplifier started giving me electrical shocks every time I turned it on and I gradually lost interest.

Still. Shit, John is dead.

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Happy Anniversary, Adam.

We’re taking time out from Photoshopping URLs onto demonstrators’ asses to wish Adam a happy second anniversary of his wonderful blog Words Mean Things. Although Adam is kind, polite and thoughtful, he nevertheless has a lot in common with me. Like… eh… we both think the Olsen Twins are scary.

Go there now.

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BlogCon Europe 2002

Feral Living fans at the recent BlogCon Europe 2002.

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Family reunion

This reminds me that we’re having a family reunion in a couple weeks.