Turns out that band - The Calling - seems to be a reasonable facsimile of Matchbox 20, at least to my untutored ear. Not really my kinda shit. Draco's voice isn't bad, though, for someone who I hear is 21. Baby boy sings like a growed up. (And is very blond and sleek and shiny and pretty. Hey, I might prefer my men dark and a little scruffy, but I'm not DEAD.)
Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
guts and garters
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
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