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I actually love that Boosh character.
So.
I decided to listen to a few new "Exile" tracks and I've been hearing good and bad things about it. I checked out some and ******** dude, this is some of the absolute BEST EVAR. I have gone back and listened to the cleaned up version of some songs. Like, I had gone through "Rocks Off" and it is very nice. Jagger's vocals are cleaned and the song hasn't lost that muddy, swampy, sweaty place in the hottest circle of hell tone. Or the entire album could have been made in the hottest circle of hell.
Okay first: I ******** LOVE THE ALTERNATE VERSION OF "LOVING CUP". I ALREADY OBSESS OVER THE ORIGINAL, BUT THIS! LOVE X'S INFINITY + 1.
Like for serious. It's one of those songs of theirs that's lovey dovey, but without lyrics that kind of, well, in a way, s**t on women.
My reaction: HOKJDF F RERTGEDRGED ERSJF JFLSF JOL BRB INCOHERENT :'D :'D IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL. That is all.
But best of all: Title 5 (Take 1). MADDNESS I TELL YOU. NOT LIKE THE CREEPINESS THAT IS OF "REVOLUTION 9", BUT A GOOD MADNESS.
I must also say that I think I would find it amusing to see Gram Parson wondering around. I think it would be also fun to see Mick act like all paranoid and a jealous b***h over Keith and Gram's friendship. Oh Mick, you're calling the kettle black!
I do like this song. I keep going back to "Let It Loose" all the time. Oh Jesus, it's like a year ago when I was stuck with a whole month on "Angie". I couldn't stop. It's such a nice wonderful song and it's so well done. It is so ridiculous to how obsessed with this song I am. I got hooked to it before the "Exile" reissue thing. I love the back up singers.
Anyways, I'm working on a few stories and I think it will be a bit fun to post a few.I think that I will get to writing up some free styled stories without having a paper.
Oh yeah, my LOL moment: I was just zooming through the internet and I happen to read about Keith. So I click on some things and I find a little thing on him and Stephen Stills. Apparently he HATED Stephen Stills. It's opposite with Mick where he's all "Gee whiz! That's neato!" See picture below for Mick's reaction.. Where as they shared a studio together, Keith would get angry and upset about the thought of Stephen even playing his guitars.
Mick's all "Neato!"
So one day, Stephen asks to use one of Keith guitars, so Keith decides to gather his guitars (everyone knows how protective Keith is of his babies guitars) and he takes them and locks them in a room. He then puts up a sign that says "NO STEPHEN STILLS ALLOWED". Oh yeah Keith, how 1st grade of you. Really. It's like a slumber party instead of it saying 'No girls allowed'.
Also, my mum's 40th birthday is tomorrow. So dude. Not to mention my freakin' book better be here by that time. Or else, someone's face is going to have their face rearranged with my fist.
Oh yeah, I'm going to post a nice little thing because a certain person, who shall not be named, inspired me to write this.
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He walked into the hotel room. Something was lovely about it. The floors shined like a polished instrument, the smell of cider, the bright lights that knowingly shined throughout the main hallway. It was very prestigious looking. He immediately deemed it fake.
He reached for his hat and slowly slid it off. He felt his warm day glow orange hair slide around with the hat. Slowly and leisurely, he reached up to smooth out the unruly strands back to their previous position. He glided through the lobby with feline grace and the slight strut of a classy dancer. His eyes peered out from behind the darkly painted shades that were placed on his face.
A cigarette was clutched between two thin lips. It quivered out unsteady plumes of smoke that caressed the air and daringly made itself known. Slowly, he adjusted his tie and stepped up towards the front desk.
“Hello luv,” he said in a polite tone. “I’m here to check into the booked room number 20A that’s filed under Mr. Bowie please.”
The female employee at the counter smiled sweetly and slowly looked over her sheet. He watched as she wrote something down. “Alright, would you want me to send up any room service to help with anything?”
“No, no thank you. That will be all.”
“Um, sir,” she said abruptly.
“Yes?”
“There’s also no smoking in the lobby.”
“Oh dear me,” he said, placing a charming smile on his face. “Where are my manners? If you insist.”
Just before he turned, he watched as another figure walk out of one of the two doors behind the counter. The ladies who surrounded the person faded out to only focus on the figure.
It was a person. Their movements were fluid and by the looks of it, well calculated. It was a male. He smiled casually at the women and they nodded and took a leave. Bowie had fully turned his body and his eyes observed the individual: long, wavy, light brown hair caressed thin shoulders. Alabaster skin was stretched over his body, to only enhance a pair of large, cherub lips.
Bowie had smiled to himself; he quite liked this fellow all ready from this pre-judged vision. With a newfound purpose, he made it a clear job to introduce himself to this pretty flower. He strides long but slowly towards this man of interest. His gaze falls onto Bowie as his eyes watch him come closer. Upon a closer look, Bowie is taken by the luscious beauty that is displayed before him.
He can clearly see a distinctive pair of baby blue eyes, with a small scrape of brown in the right eye. His face was calm and Bowie felt the need to introduce himself.
“How may I help you today?” spoke the lyrical, and somewhat dead panned voice. He felt something akin to a flutter.
“Hello. My name is David.”
“Mine’s Mick.”
Mick was smiling (or was it a smirk?) and sat his head firmly in the palm of his hand. A playful glimmer was shinning in Mick’s eyes. “So how are you today?”
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Current music is "Let It Loose" by The Rolling Stones. My reaction to this song? *____*. It's so beautiful.
