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a letter i wrote some time ago
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Mission Statement
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On this site, I have integrated band info, sound clips, links, and sales information
to create the ultimate site for musicians, aficionados, mindless drones, or anyone else who
happens to drop in. In the next section, click on a band title to see information
on their history, links to their other sites, and how to buy some of their albums over the
internet, right here from this site. Quick, painless, inexpensive, delivered right to
your door. I've even marked the albums which I consider essential buys. The sections are
divided up according to musical genre. This should facilitate an easier browsing experience.
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indie/experimental
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Stereolab
Stereolab Merchandise
An excellent place to find an album, t-shirt, poster, or toothpick holster.
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this webpage
was originally written as a song, so if you sing out the words with
your best julie
andrews squeal, it might sound better... i've written
this page
to tell you about
the trip in which i am currently embroiled. the site's address is
www.gs455.com. there's a link to it at the bottom of the page. i thought that you could appreciate some
of the things
i write oddities, i must say. NEW PARAGRAPH
last night i had a conversation with a
member of the
church of satan. strange. should i be scared that our philosophies of
life overlapped almost exactly? no. all religions and philosophies point to God they're all just different ways of saying the same thing. tried to pick up
girls and failed miserably; if you'd have been there you
would have
gotten a good laugh. in this corner, a timid, smelly,
unkempt boy by
the name of mister bildo. in the other corner, a bunch
of good looking
girls. and how did the match turn out? i got sucker
punched. i
think that's all i need to say. ok here is the second
reason why i'm
emailing you - i'm travelling around the country and
thought that if i
was near yer school i could stop in and do this neat
little dance i made
up just for you called "the bill." the dance consists of
me banging my
head against a cheese grater and shaking my legs as if in
the midst of
an epileptic seizure. i've found that if i do this dance
in bus
stations or highway exit ramps, while wearing a sign that
says "pleez, i
need money for my medication," then people throw pennies
at me.
sometimes they'll even throw fruit. i'm shocked that
they would think
of my hunger; after all it is a cold, cruel world. what
i don't
understand is why they would throw rotten fruit. i mean,
how am i
supposed to eat a fermenting pear? i appreciate the
gesture, though.
in any case, back to some long lost purpose for my sending
this email...
a-hah. yes. if i'm passing through yer hood i thought
that i could
sleep on yer floor for a night. i bet that sounds real
appealing!!!! i guess i'm asking it more as a favor
than anything
else; i don't expect that you would be thrilled to have
some jerk-ass
blondie wanna-be dental assistant gracing your carpets.
but damn
baby! ok. i could ramble off several more pages of
oddball sarcasm
but -alas- the hour grows late! if you decide that you
wouldn't want a
destitute derelict skank-ass such as myself grovelling
about your
floors, then write me an email. i really like getting
email messages;
it's almost as much fun as looking at the caller i.d..
so, do that
which you must, even if it means excoriating the brittle
skin of an old
friend and leaving him twisting along america's byways.
peace.
love.
adios.
bill.
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My talents
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few and far between, or so it's been said
to be honest, a man of such simple virtue
hath no need for talent but, since you're
curious, here are a few
i appear to be convulsing when i try to dance
i have a penchant for letting my tongue drift,
wagging itself sore, a hoarse trade between
thought and expression, lost in glib cleverness
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I appear to be convulsing when I try to dance.
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My interests:- Stereolab, Yo La Tengo, The Velvet Underground, Bob Zimmerman, Miles Davis, My Bloody Valentine, Wolgang Amadeus Mozart, Hermann Hesse, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, old muscle cars, Willie Nelson, Hank Williams Sr., Black Sabbath, Will Oldham, The Bhagavad Gita, Plato, The Rolling Stones
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