Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

I Get Misty When You Are Weir

Find me a singer who doesn’t wanna start singing torch songs and standards when he hits a certain age, and I’ll show you Lemmy.


  1. pot belly and moobs under a tshirt? Check

    grey Father Time beard and unkempt hair? Check

    voice like a screeching asthmatic cat? Check
    bobby has finally transitioned into his very own garcia

  2. what the freakin f**k?

  3. somebody tell the guy to lay off the macrobiotic bread, pasta and sugar

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