bungalow

You are an idiot.
No, this is not my opinion, and it is not wrong. This is proven fact.

ShadowSurfer

now, that that one was funny.
Yes, Gene has what looks like a dead racoon on his head...

like I said, 1974-1978 is all that matters in the world of KISS, really.

jazzfromhell

Sorry, I may be making a moot point that's been argued the entire thread against someone who doesn't listen, but how is Kurt Cobain wearing the clothes he'd been wearing his entire life a "carefully crafted image?"

ShadowSurfer

if you need to ask, you know nothing about the record buiseness.

read Kurt's journals and you'll see it was all crafted. right down to pretending to write lyrics for Something In The way, 4 minutes prior to recording. truth is, he worked on that song for years.

all crafted by Kurt. even the living under a bridge story.

bungalow

I will agree that Kurt Cobain created ficticious stories and tried to pass them off as truthes.

tdoc210

my opinion>>>>>>>than yours besides it isnt a n opinion washington = logging state basically it was the clothes that were around besides he wore many fdifferent things

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.

ShadowSurfer

ya, sometimes a dress.

bungalow

I would rather him wear a dress than a halloween costume

ShadowSurfer

that's your right.

tdoc210

yah so he can cross dres..as long as he doesnt need to do it to get an audience

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.