Will write stories for beer
A Christmas Gift (sort of) I've been talking about my "rock star" days (that's a joke people) on a couple other blogs. I thought that I should share some of those memories with this little number. Anyone from back in the day will immediately recognize it. Love it or hate it. It is what it is. And Merry Christmas.\_/ DED Labels: music
posted by DED at 11:13 PM
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I'm a stay-at-home Dad who survived dotcom burnout and a chemical engineering career that fizzled. Once the kids are in school full time, I'll need to find a new job, but I'm hoping for a new career: writer.
I'm a moderate libertarian, rational environmentalist, science and technology enthusiast, who reads and watches sci-fi, drinks and brews beer, and listens to metal.
5 Comments:
That is fucking hilarious! I love it.
And fine guitar work. Who is that guy working the frets?
Heh. Actually, Death Penis had two guitarists, Bob and me (Ya gotta have that dual guitar attack in metal!). In this song, Bob's guitar opens the song. I come in with the drums (ignoring the high hat warm up) when the song gets louder.
Glad you like it. :)
As the dove eyes the porcupine with solicitude so too I, er, well, nevermind.
Merry X-Mas, Dave.
That's what happens from living in a "blue state". Hahaha! (Just kidding:)
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