my friend julie (who is in her own right amazing) swung through town recently and whilst here told me some tall tales about a series of pee-wee videos a friend of hers had produced... now ideally they sounded fantabulous... but things have a tendancy of seeming way awesome when described through the all praising, easily excitable mouth of a friend. (as many of you will no doubt understand through experience with countless shows featuring shit mediocre jam/punk/folk/electro/glitch/rap groups you've been dragged to because somebody says"this is the best band ever, and i'm not just saying that because i'm dating the douchebag who fronts it")
...but really... this nearly brought a tear to my eye... (the phillip glass helped...)
...ya see?
damn.
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Where did they get scissors that fit in a Pee-Wee Herman Doll's hands?
i'm not sure... but i'm damn well going to find out.
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