Back in the 70’s he was walking by a recording studio in Cleveland and a limo pulled up and James Brown and his posse walked out. My godfather was able to sneak in with them and watch a James Brown recording session.
oh dear god the café is having an all-day irish festival on march 19th please don’t make me work that day please don’t make me work that day please don’t make me work that day
this job has ruined any appreciation i had for celtic music by hosting celtic bands that exclusively play songs that sound like they’re pirate shanties, and making me listen to them for three straight hours. the fucking cast of Riverdance doesn’t have to listen to it for that long.
eight pages into “Naked Pictures of Famous People” and it is already one of the greatest/funniest books i have ever had the pleasure to read. i’m definitely going to pace myself on this one; i don’t want it to be over too soon.