I Miss You, Mike
What the fuck? Will we ever rock again? Are we going to be one of those bands that records a seminal record (or something) and then never plays again? All because of Michael's love of bikes??? Bastard! Actually, his bosses are bastards. Who makes a man work until 10 p.m. every night? Michael, we want you back. And it's not like he's going to remember the parts to the new one. :)
And it's come to this: I had to request an interview with Bob fucking Weir. Yes, that Bob Weir. And 9 times out of 10, I type Bob "Weird," not Weir. Same difference, goddamn hippies.
So when can we meet up down at Peace Park to play with our devil's sticks, brah?
posted by Anonymous at 5/20/2004 10:44:00 PM
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Me too. This cannot go on much longer. We all need to just get a sixer, have Michael tell his boss to get lost...on his bike...so we can rock. I'm going through withdrawl. Just once before I take off to Champaign. I'll be gone the 26th through the 31st. And NO we're not one of those bands. If that happens I'll cry.
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