After a Phil-omenal Phil Lesh n' Friends show a few Fridays ago and hours of raising hell about town, the night was capped with an early morning trip to Planet Rose Karaoke. We were too far too banged up to sing anything, but plenty pleased to potato ourselves deep in the sofa with a few brews and enjoy the others. I was mesmerized by an adorable sporty hipster girl whose performance of this song was so fierce I considered going lez for a minute to make out with her. To show my appreciation. Inappropriate?
Danzig, Mother, 1988.
1 comment:
Completely appropriate.
-- Jessie
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