Thoughts On The Dead

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

Midnight Hour

donna bobby jerry phil billy nye

Mister, you take that fucking ball cap off right the fuck now. This is not a baseball cap band. You’ve crossed the line, Lesh!


  1. Hey, it’s almost 21:00 on the West Coast and I’m sitting here in my pajamas (it’s raining fish outside) with my reproduction 1949 San Francisco Seals cap on. There’s almost NOTHING that doesn’t deserve a good “gamer brim” ball cap. Indoors or out. Plus, if you’ve been out in the rain that day, it hides the Mr. Messy Hair stuff.

  2. So little room between the drum line and the edge of the stage…Back the f*ck up, crowd!

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