I am an 80's child. I remember seeing Purple Rain. At the time I thought it was life changing. It blew my teenage mind. I liken it to the first time I saw Thriller on MTV. They say with his hip issues and pain killers it was most likely an OD. I'm even more bummed about that. From the lists of songs he wrote for other artists, to the guitar drop solo video I just watched, he was incredible. Oh and Passover starts tomorrow. If you partake, how do you?
I just learned today that Passover and Easter weren't always around the same time. For some reason I always thought that the dates were figured out the same way for both.
I just googled, "What is passover?" so I wouldn't be left out of the discussion. Turns out it's a celebration of the Israelites' liberation from the Egyptians a very long time ago. Which would explain why I didn't know what Passover was, since I know literally next to nothing about anything that has to do with Jews.
If he had respiratory problems I could see accidentally oding. Passover is the one where they celebrate God not killing their first born sons right?
It was the 10th (?) plague that lead to the people of Israel being freed from Egyptian slavery. They were to mark their doorposts with blood so the angel of death would pass over that house. The celebration of that event some 1400 years later when the city was full of people is also the reason behind the Last Supper Jesus had right before he was crucified.
What is so wrong with wanting to rock out to Whitesnake on a Friday afternoon? Shaking my head... Yeah and it inspired Metallica to write this bad ass number too.
https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=1697544817183317 Showed up in my newsfeed today. Some sort of jack eating a small tuna. Going to be eating smoked salmon and drinking sweet mead tonight, going to be a good time at this wedding rehearsal.
Nature is so fucking metal. I'd also like to take this moment to remind everyone of the time Prince kicked Kim Kardashian off stage for being lame and not dancing.
Yikes. I did, too. It never even crossed my mind he was implying that he himself was one of the greatest living performers until I read your post. smh
I'm sure if it'll give them ratings Kris is all in. Anything to stay relevant. I'm kind of surprised OJ hasn't said he wants to date Bruce because that would be tabloid gold.
I was just telling Nett about meeting this guy in PM. 30 years ago I was a carpenter. I was sent to some person's house named Buddy Guy. The name rang a bell with me, but I thought "No fucking way is it THE Buddy Guy." I went to the address and it was a shitty neighborhood. I mean shitty. No sidewalks, cars on blocks, shady folks standing around neighborhood. When I arrived at the house there was an old tour bus out front of the house parked in the dirt that said "Buddy Guy" over the windshield. Holy shit! This is the guy Eric Clapton called one of the best guitarists in the world! And he lives in this shithole? I started talking with him and told him how much I admired his playing and he was amazed that some random long haired white guy knew who he was. He was awesome, one of the greatest guitar players to ever live that most of y'all have never heard of. This is the roots of rock n roll played by one of the best ever: Also, here's an awesome interview with him:
Look at his vibrato! My dick is hard. Passover to me is the epic dinner I had that involved pork. Went to a place called The Alchemist. Go to it. Started with a SMOKED Old Fashioned. Had lobster corn fritters with a side of house pickled jalapenos and an old bay chipotle aioli. I ordered a burger mixed with foie gras, stuffed with brie, topped with arugula in a tomato vinaigrette. Took my mom, she had a "burger" pork patty coated in black pepper, stuffed with cheddar, topped with pork belly, crackling, a little kale, and chipotle ketchup. Dessert was fried oreos way better than the white trash at the fair make it. Those were sided with Grand Marnier sauce and raspberry coulis. I am still bloated as fuck. In fact I still feel sick. What an epic meal. I'm still sweating. Once again saw a shitload of near fights downtown earlier. These fucking prick kids can't hold their liquor. This scumbag kept trying to get my attention. Some scrawny little drunk with a douchebag neck tat giving the bartender shit, bumping into me, resting on my arm, stinkin' and talking mad shit. They don't let you ignore them. Eventually all he could say between slurs was, "Don't hit me, I can't get hit in that side of my face." Never in my most wretched state have I ever been like that.