Ah, yes. Sorry. I get uptight sometimes. Sometimes my logical brain gets in the way of my creative brain. One should be able to imagine for instance that the movie Charlies Angels starred Bernadette Peters, Minnie Driver and Moira Kelly. That is a fantasy of mine.
Dear Snowboots. Thankyou for the Badgeman video and song. While I like the melody and chordal structure of the song, it is not factually accurate. The man you are singing about is not the badgeman. The badgeman is the actual shooter and the man you are singing about was the man that was supposedly behind him shooting a movie. Please strive for more conspiratorial/historical accuracy in the future.
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I bet no one ever thought of potential anagrams of snowboots:
swoon bots
boost snow
so now bots
tb sow soon
stow boons
w/ snot boos
bs won soot
sos bow ton
(Wow, that was difficult.)
Do you guys have any songs about muscles? Stomach muscles? The kind of muscles that get bigger when you do sit-ups a bunch of times every day because you're so afraid of death? Got any songs about that? If the answer is yes, we should talk.
if i had a dime for every time helen cupped the arrogant balls of that fucker craig i'd have...ah who gives a shit. she cupped his arrogant balls. enough said.
Thank God for Myspace Showbiz Today interview
w/ John Stamos cut-up
I'm not a Mr. Macho guy
you know
a Mr. So and So
and stuff like that
but I do alright with the ladies
you know
I roll into bed
I don't wear makeup
I go right in
my favorite pastime is
dating some dude's ex-wife
on myspace
you know
she likes it hard and...wait a minute
kind of mean
layered but in a good way
luckily my hammer weighs more
than Mary-Kate and Bob's dead sister
combined
you know
I'm like "watch it, are you ready?"
and she's like "I see it John Stamos,
I'm ready!"
and when I can tell that she’s really ready
then I give her the Full House
have you seen my car keys? because I totally can't find them-had to ride a plastic flamingo into work this morning, borrowed yes-without asking-from my quite mad neighbor's yard. I left it grazing out by the bike rack. I hope it's ok. I never realized that plastic flamingos could talk but this one could-I mean maybe it can't talk exactly-maybe it just mimics things-you know-like a parrot-maybe this one just happened to have overheard somebody saying "hey jackass what're you doing? get off my back!" and "I mean it man, seriously you smell nothing like Perseus and I am not your goddamn horse!" at some previous point in its life completely not involving me whatsoever. and then the words just happened to split from its little pink and black beak when I hopped on this morning. these things happen. what was I supposed to do? I was running late! anyway, I'm convinced that if you write a song about finding my keys then I will find them. and also have you heard Paul Gilbert's heavy metal version of the now disbanded Mr. Big hit "To Be With You"? it reminds me of the first time I ate cinnamon toast with no pants on. not really, but I remember shit like that sometimes too.
I once jammed with Snowboots in New York City, accompanying them on a plastic Strawberry Shortcake recorder, while stoned out of my snowboots, with former Mayor Ed Koch and Yoko Ono singing perfectly harmonized backup vocals. However, when I tell people this, I usually get one of the following responses: "No you didnuhnt," "Stop posing, dude,""You and your Mom,""Posh digs, Dinah!" or "Your sins are absolved, my son." All I have to say is, "Your cuts are fresh."
I had a dream last night that you guys wrote me a letter and I was sitting there in my dream reading this letter thinking what the fuck is going on here? This is a dream, I should be banging something right now. Why am I not banging something right now and instead I'm reading this letter? What's up with that? Any thoughts? oh yeah, p.s. the Buffs play later today and I'm so wasted!
Today is the birthday of Ray Bradberry, or is it Bradburry, or Ralphapples? Something like that. When are you guys going to release an ALBUM? Hmm? I want a snowboots album-something that when I'm holding fancy dinner partys I can say things like would any of you fuckers like to listen to snowboots? and when they said yes I'd have an album I could grab and we'd play it. Well? don't just sit there-I expect a personal response from the band. p.s. also if it's not too much trouble i'd like you guys to write for me a sequel to She's Like The Wind.
Thanks for the add fellas. I think your band is really great. I have a lot of time to check out new music these days, now that Helen's gone and stuff, and you guys-well you're just tops. It's weird though, because this weekend at the farmers market here in Boulder (I live in Boulder: where the poets are pretentiously pouty and the bicyclists wear tight peacocks) I bought a bag of uncooked meatballs from a totally cute asian girl, so when I came across your list of songs today I was like, What the fuck is this?!
