last night at the gaelic club, the radio birdman xmas special ROCKED. having only ever seen grainy black and white pictures of the band in their heyday, and only ever heard two of their songs (and even then one of those songs was actually a cover by silverchair), my initial response to the guy venting incoherently into the mic was, “gee that guy sure looks like doc brown from “back to the future” goin’ off.”
subsequently, “i wonder how old a person can get before it looks odd for him to be wearing those spray-on faded black jeans.”
and then, “that’s so cool someone could be so bald up top and still feel it’s appropriate to grow the rest of it out to that straggly length. rock!”
however these ruminations soon dissipated, because it’s all about the music, man. old people’s music? whatever.
if you like to go out at night for music or beers or whatever, and return with your throat not scratchy and sore, your eyes not stingy and red, your hair still fresh from that pre-going-out shampoo, and wearing clothes that you’ll be able to wear the next day without choking on stale cigarette odours, you could go smoke free.
