Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Broken Boy Soldier - The Raconteurs

At 5/09/2008 9:50 AM, Maggie said...: Hey Hey HEy Hey hey hey heeeeeeyy,
I ran into someone and tortured your blog name out of them.
I miss the bus ride, and Siouxsie, and you of course.
~Maggie
At 5/09/2008 10:14 AM, Stella Magdalen said...: Hey you!
So glad to hear from you. I mentioned to Tom Z. to tell you I was sorry I missed you these last few weeks. I was actually kinda worried because you had that lung thing that won't go away. I thought maybe it had exacerbared into pnuemonia or something.
So you should write me at this fake name at yahoo, I would still love to get you the Siouxsie for the sister and The Espers for you.
At 5/09/2008 11:26 AM, Anonymous said...: Yeah, Stella, I made that poster I posted on RADIOFREEUBU in 1980. It's really weird, but I found a bunch of my old scribblings in the basement last week and was scanning them yesterday when I realized that not only was it May 8but it was also a Thursday, just like 28 years ago (ouch) when we had that party! (cue twilight zone theme) It was also the first night my present wife and I "dated," hem hem....
At 5/10/2008 9:27 AM, Stella Magdalen said...: See now I initially thought '82, but then I had to kick it back. So '80 splits the difference. God I remember that year so well. Reagan had just been elected, it always felt like both Bowie songs "Five Years" and "1984". That was a funky, funky year.