My wtf of the evening So me and the mr. are sitting watching some of
Velvet Goldmine that tivo decided to tape for us.
Satellite of Love comes on, and I start singing along, and mr. gaspode is all like "is this a real song?" And I just stare at him.
→[More:]Then we lather, rinse, repeat for
20th Century Boy. He has some weird 10-15 year gap where he knows absolutely no music except for protopunky stuff like the Stooges, New York Dolls, MC5. Then he can catalogue every single hardcore band and singles from the late 70s to today. Odd.
Anyway, I had to share. Carry on.