Like…literally. Always thought it was kind of a waste. Think what they’d be worth as collector’s items.
Me too. I got a tape recorder when I was about 11 and it was the second album I ever bought - the first was Dire Straights Brothers in Arms. Pushing down the black button on the recorder and manic depression comes on. Boom!
Like…literally. Always thought it was kind of a waste. Think what they’d be worth as collector’s items.
I think he smashed and burned the same guitar every performance though. I have a vague memory of reading that somewhere and it seems to make sense.
Actually I hate this fucking Christmas song. It has to have the most imperialistic lyrics Of course, Ethiopians know it’s Christmas time (even if they were starving at the time). It’s a bloody Christian country. Dumb fuck entertainers!
I’m not woke, but jesus did I call this one decades ahead?
Yeah that was one of the first LPs I bought on my own. One of the albums that really got me into hard rock.
The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin.
I have a little pocket to put a penny in.
Merry Christmas, everybody!
Merry Christmas, everybody!
With a holiday spirit in the air in the capital, this song is on my mind. These guys really nail the mood! Wait for their signature Buddhist punchline at the end.
Guy
What location are they at at 2:47? Dadaocheng?
Some guy(s) in the comment section of that youtube upload have tracked all the locations and posted them. I can identify some of them but not all.
Guy
What location are they at at 2:47? Dadaocheng?
Sorry I should have looked more closely at your time stamp, as that one is easy: it’s in Jiufen, and they even nicely included a sign to make that clear!
Guy
Thanks, my laptop decided 480p was all it could muster, that and I’m getting older and in denial of my eyesight.
It’s the heart that matters, as this song makes clear.
Guy
It’s the heart that matters, as this song makes clear.
Guy
Someone did some good writing :
The radiant moonlight is shining on me so harshly now.
Puzzles of memories are passing by.
A merry-go-round of sad feelings.
“I love you,” the whisper of my heart
Was just absorbed mercilessly by the city crowd.