Let’s begin with something I posted on Facebook on Wednesday: “Hey, all you ‘flip-flop’ people, I refer you once again to the authoritative Beach Boys: T-shirt, cutoffs, sandals, pair of thongs. We’ve been having fun all summer long.” Until around a decade or so ago, the only time I’d ever heard the rubbery, summery footwear...
Looking out at the years gone by like so many summer fields ... I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels.
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck, with a pink carnation and a pickup truck.
How much does it cost? I'll buy it. If time is all we've lost, I'll try it.
Some PR missives are more entertaining than others.
Slip out the back, Jack. Make a new plan, Stan.
All our debts are in arrears; the dog has not been fed in years; it's even worse than it appears. But it's all right.
No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes.
You love your tunes; don't assume the guy next to you at the light does also.
It's all part of my rock and roll fantasy.
Dylan? The Stones? What do you think?
There's a reason some of these composers are still relevant after hundreds of years.