My other special thread devoted to music that isn't naughty word for faecal matter was lost in the great fire of 21st January, 2005.
Consider this an alternative for the discerning sonic palate, an idyll in the auditory outback, a parenthesis amidst the suffering and wretchedness that is those "other" music threads.
To pinch the words of that gorgeous hunk of Essex hottie David Beckham, "You can't buy taste."
Different Drum- The Stone Poneys
Jessica- Adam Green
Surface to Air- The Chemical Brothers
Zenophile- Mylo
Higher Thoughts- Matthew Dekay Band
Krafty- New Order
What better way to kick off a fresh new choon thread but to devote a song to my future partner, DickVanDyke. Fittingly and reminsicent of one of his gloriously unbalanced posts, for him I request a song so dull, dreary, bleak, and disconsolate that, God willing, it might just push him over the edge and closer to my waiting arms.
Oxygen- Willy Mason
Consider this an alternative for the discerning sonic palate, an idyll in the auditory outback, a parenthesis amidst the suffering and wretchedness that is those "other" music threads.
To pinch the words of that gorgeous hunk of Essex hottie David Beckham, "You can't buy taste."
Different Drum- The Stone Poneys
Jessica- Adam Green
Surface to Air- The Chemical Brothers
Zenophile- Mylo
Higher Thoughts- Matthew Dekay Band
Krafty- New Order
What better way to kick off a fresh new choon thread but to devote a song to my future partner, DickVanDyke. Fittingly and reminsicent of one of his gloriously unbalanced posts, for him I request a song so dull, dreary, bleak, and disconsolate that, God willing, it might just push him over the edge and closer to my waiting arms.
Oxygen- Willy Mason