Much like "retarded" or "moronic" the perfectly good and applicable words "album" and "record" are somehow no longer to be used on albums and records of a certain type.
1978 was a difficult year for me. I couldn't sit still. I bet I covered more miles in '78 than in any other year. It was that point where I started to realize I was going to have to make some choices, and I was going to have to accept the consequences. It was the point I started getting interested in real gainful employment. It was the point I started to understand what I was doing was unsustainable.
I have said before that I had to learn how to be afraid. I think it was 1978 when I started to learn...
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Are you reeling through the years?
well, no wonder your iPod choked.
Let's see, 1978...that's right, second semester of freshman year/first semester of sophomore year.
I think that was a big year for avoiding classes and homework, and going to Toad's Place, also.
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I had that album. It's scary how accurate a picture it was of some stations. This fine book explains some of that.
what is this 'album' of which Substance speaks?
Much like "retarded" or "moronic" the perfectly good and applicable words "album" and "record" are somehow no longer to be used on albums and records of a certain type.
1978 was a difficult year for me. I couldn't sit still. I bet I covered more miles in '78 than in any other year. It was that point where I started to realize I was going to have to make some choices, and I was going to have to accept the consequences. It was the point I started getting interested in real gainful employment. It was the point I started to understand what I was doing was unsustainable.
I have said before that I had to learn how to be afraid. I think it was 1978 when I started to learn...
mikey, I would like to learn how NOT to be afraid....
...and then there is fear of fear.
I had a big blond 'from in '78.
Uh, big blond 'fro...
That m can ake all the diff.
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