Life renewed for another year

Yeah, well, it looks like it might actually be spring, or whatever passes for same here in Stinkytown.

Anyways, correspondingly, we cracked out some of the hot weather tunes this morning.

First up, Sheffield's favourite sons

Honestly babies, if you can't love the Leps, well, you might as well just pack her in and brick yourself in to a $200/mo one room basement suite and live off canned fucking tomatoes and white bread toasted with a fucking coat hanger over a propane torch.

Honest to fuck, we used to walk around with hair like that, and nobody even batted an eye.

And no, I have no fuckin idea what the deal is there with the forklifts.

You know, the story goes that when Joe

Elliot's Ma first heard Love Bites on the radio, she broke down and cried.

Now, see, that's why you join a rock and roll band...


Raj