I have to say I like them. My wife however is now sending that video to all her friends along with this and this. This is going to cost me at least 3 cds.
I don’t know what you call that kind of musics but these guys were the first I remember hearing it
they were very cheering for a bit but then people began to realize they were living in a doomed bankrupt little country what has no future but taxation and oppression and recrimination so they basically stopped buying music in favor of canned goods and accelerated student loan payments
I met my wife in 1985. Gave her a fake name. Got married 10 years later. Still have all of my real paper in case I ever have to run, but twenty odd years of being Phil McCracken has seriously damaged my psyche.
Bowling for Soup? Please tell me you’re not serious. The only other place I have heard their lame tunes (and unfortunately hear them repeatedly) is at our local LA Fitness. Neither of the other two LAF gyms in town play it. I thought it was some lame quirk.
What is wrong with you people?
Borderline alcoholic? Work too much? Premature grey? Inability to guard against the takedown?
There’s more I’m sure.
Not so bitter clingers, yep.
White penis people, repent.
1985. Three years of single life left. I was primed.
A PW movie?
Excellent – you’ve just added a song to my band’s repertoire.
Finally, a song for our generation!
I have to say I like them. My wife however is now sending that video to all her friends along with this and this. This is going to cost me at least 3 cds.
I don’t know what you call that kind of musics but these guys were the first I remember hearing it
they were very cheering for a bit but then people began to realize they were living in a doomed bankrupt little country what has no future but taxation and oppression and recrimination so they basically stopped buying music in favor of canned goods and accelerated student loan payments
true story
whoever said
there’s nothing new under the sun
never thought
much about
individuals
but he’s dead anyway
1985 huh.
THOSE were the days.
I think.
Your desert Banditos aren’t edgy enough for me, ‘feets.
Desert plus edgy.
I met my wife in 1985. Gave her a fake name. Got married 10 years later. Still have all of my real paper in case I ever have to run, but twenty odd years of being Phil McCracken has seriously damaged my psyche.
Wow. I was Phillip McCrack.
Small world.
Bowling for Soup? Please tell me you’re not serious. The only other place I have heard their lame tunes (and unfortunately hear them repeatedly) is at our local LA Fitness. Neither of the other two LAF gyms in town play it. I thought it was some lame quirk.
So I guess you won’t be posting any of their clips on your own blog, then?
Obviously, what we need here is a little cow punk!
Nope. Though feel free to drop by and comment on my own lame-ness.
I am pleased to report that I had previously never heard the song or heard of the band. I think I might finally be growing up. Or old. I LOLd, though.
Is this about your neighbors ass again?
Preoccu pie!
That was awesome.
That song ROCKS !