Macdonald

I always think of this album

I have the same. I'll get a wave of naseau about doing some things I'll probably even enjoy doing. I don't know understand it

The whole space cowboy thing is so played out too. I swear if I hear another banjo or see another Stetson ir sheriff badge...

Yes, you are

I've had it with music elitists ever since gold phono cables were a thing.

Yay !!

Oh my God, I sound like a wanker, hahaha.

I'm so glad, I worry sometimes that my free association proclamations are taken as conceit rather than thought experiments or word-play.
The fact i'm still entertaining while I'm dribbling is encouraging

I was so drunk last night.

Dullard

Her attacks on Humza Yousaf, as far as I'm concerned, one of the most upstanding, honest humans in Scottish politics, gave away her shallow desires

She was clearly only in it for the power trip. Disappointing

I just remember on the third day I said we had to see The Black Keys, because I knew you'd vibe with them. Then iy was Alice In Chains, whom I'd last seen in 1992 at the Barrowlands, Glasgow. Absolute Grunge Legends

I wish I had entered the same arena as you and Mrs Moog but I was on a different level. I felt I'd let you all down by basically sleeping the second day. I was so fuscked though.

Why didn't you stop me from getting drunk with random Spaniards? ( classic defelection ... )

I never realised you could almost hallucinate from polyrhythms.

YouTube video by F0rtyNuggets Them Crooked Vultures - Spinning in Daffodils (live @ Rock Werchter 2010)

@guitarmoog.bsky.social
Possibly the most melted my head had ever been without drugs, 35 Celsius and a hangover was peak...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUU3...

@guitarmoog.bsky.social I couldn't understand why you never liked Biffy Clyro

Herbie Hancock is up there with Mozart

The only generation that wanted to be nothing. Just leave us alone motherfuckers.

People aspired to be us, we aspired to be nobodies.

Middle class wanks is how we'd be described, even though we were all anarchists, it was our friend's Father's highway vehicle leasing company car we drove into the ground . None of us owned cars, none of us had serious jobs, we were just massive stoner, nihilists.

what a cunt

I still feel stoned anytime I listen to Herbie Hancock. I still see the tracksuit-wearing native of East Glasgow wondering who these exotic messengers were in their Red BMW 3i cruising through their denizens, sharing the deep secrets of the funk with everyone free of charge

I just thought. Max Ernst, Bertrand Russell —I need to find a joke. To be fair, I was weak on Bertrand Russell's side, but he's easily the least controversial dude; he's like the Sid Little in Little and Large.

One of my maddest memories was us all hanging out the windows of our friend Ross's car, travelling through Glasgow on our way back to Stirling and pointing at people at the side of the road suggestively to Herbie's Headhunters album.

One day we'll be united again, preferably in Italy ❤️

I honestly have no idea where that came from. I immediately thought of Max Ernst and his "brutal art." I assumed Bertrand Russell would agree, as he seemed the least controversial and the most agreeable philosopher.

Sorry, I just see jokes in everything

It's all good. You can be born a trustifarian, soulless, libertarian or a child born in Gaza. That's the metrics I judge my life against.
I thank the universe I'm neither every minute, every day.