I still do a bit of this and a bit of that. Some brews and there's nothing wrong with a bud or two!
Dean Martin's pancreas, who overheard his liver singing I got a right to sing the blues. Never got a dinner!
When people ask me if Dean Martin drank, let me put it this way. If Dracula bit Dean in the neck, he'd get a Bloody Mary.
Alexander the Great, who said on his wedding night, It's only a nickname. Never got a dinner!
Sure, I've gotten old. I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees. . . I've fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, and take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. I have bouts with dementia, poor circulation, hardly feel my hands or feet anymore, can't remember if I'm 85 or 92, but. . . thank God, I still have my Florida driver's license!
King Solomon, who said to his thousand wives, Who doesn't have a headache tonight? Never got a dinner!
Jack the Ripper's mother, who said to Jack, How come I never see you with the same girl twice? Never got a dinner!
We went back to the weird Institute building. At night there was a lot more activity. Erasers coming in non-stop. Nice cars, nice clothes, nice smug faces (that I wanted to smash!). -Fang's Blog
Conscience is the most sacred of all property.
Objectively good spaces to work rarely end up being so; in their faultlessness, quiet and well-equipped studios have a habit of rendering the fear of failure overwhelming. Original thoughts are like shy animals. We sometimes have to look the other way - towards a busy street or terminal - before they run out of their burrows.
In an era of magic conveniently available at the touch of a button, new music should on principle represent something akin to 'danger'.