A song that lingered in my thoughts for over a decade – and it has almost nothing to do with the movie of the same name.
A song that lingered in my thoughts for over a decade – and it has almost nothing to do with the movie of the same name.
The weightlifters at our high school had a peculiar way of walking, which we called “Dechromium Cob.”
When police arrived they discovered a 21-year-old man changing the pitch of his voice to act out both sides of the fighting couple.
Eddie Adcock plays banjo during brain surgery.
I’m not the only one who notices anthropomorphic cannibalism — and find’s it weird.
George Thorogood’s “Who Do You Love” introduced me to Bo Diddley — unless you count his appearance alongside Snoopy and the Jolly Green Giant in a novelty album.
A surprise on the Flagstaff Folk Project’s website—a snapshot of me!
If you deny that microwave radiation can help establish the age of a fossil–or of the universe how can you trust it to assist you in tracking weather for aircraft navigation?
Every song is a god. Musicians performing a song are conducting a sacrament to serve the song god.
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