Sunday, November 26, 2006

No sweepin' exits
br>Or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter

I saw an awesome show tonight.

This band called Lake Society.

Holy shnikeys, were they good.


This is the Mitten.

Giving you a sloppy, yet heartfelt version of the first part of Wild Horses.

See, I have a bunch of excellent, dude-abides-worthy recordings of the Mitten, but I can't upload vids larger than three minutes.


Josh, I blame this on you.

And your IT bretheren.

Anyway, here you go...

The Mitten.

Well, it isn't the whole Mitten.

We have had some "artistic differences."

Bellcock quit the band.

He just couldn't abide by my vision of a Mr. Roboto does the White Album, as envisoned by Dr. Dre.

Plus, Stonehenge was in danger of being trod upon by dwarves.

Forget all this, I should just go to work for a haberdashery.

What size do you take, sir?

Izzat so?



Anyway, enough of my yakkin'.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you...

The Mitten:

(Sweet Odin's Raven, can that girl sing or what?)