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04-18-2006, 04:36 PM | #1031 (permalink) | |
Dr. Prunk
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I have Is This It?... You wont get away with that one, dear. |
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04-18-2006, 04:39 PM | #1032 (permalink) | |
Dr. Prunk
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Tons of bands do it without being considered sellouts, like Radiohead. |
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04-18-2006, 04:43 PM | #1034 (permalink) | |
Dr. Prunk
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Dont be such a clown, your sarcasm has horrible timing, try saying something that isnt meant to be a joke... It's not that hard. |
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04-18-2006, 04:50 PM | #1036 (permalink) | |
Dr. Prunk
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Listen to In Utero and tell me it sounds like Is This It?... Because it dosent. |
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04-19-2006, 03:53 AM | #1037 (permalink) | |
that's my war face.
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And as for your comment boo boo I do think that there are some people that speak of Nirvana like that but they obviously don't know what they're talking about, Kurt wasn't the best guitar player but to say he wasn't talented at it is a lie. To pick up a guitar and rip out a decent tune is a talent, no matter what anyone says. |
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04-19-2006, 03:56 AM | #1038 (permalink) | |
Dr. Prunk
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It's not like anyone is comparing him to Django Reinhardt or anything like that. |
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04-19-2006, 08:18 AM | #1040 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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how bout we get some songs not from nevermind for the best song poll????
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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. |