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I think I'm in Love!

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 21, 2007 11:11am | Post a Comment
I aint sure if this has anything to do with Amoeblog, but when a girl feels that special love for a man, sometimes she don't think straight. 'Specially when she gay and all that.



I know, I know. I spend far too much time blogging everywhere about my man crush of the moment, for there are many. But looka that man up there, GO SAINTS! How can anyone resist ... especially when he has brought the HAHAHAHA into your life week after week? Also, okay okay, I gotta weakness for a gap. A teeth gap, baby.

Maybe he'll come by for some kind of charity auction thing as they do in the Hollywood Amoeba and then, magically, this blog will be justified. Word?

Also? I love you Brently, even though you don't even know my name. Sigh. (It aint no thing, I just wanted to sound like a country song for a second.)

Brently, rawr:
 

A hug for BillyJam

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 21, 2007 10:40am | Post a Comment
Grabbing up Billy on the quick, and taking you on the wayback machine: there was a place called Leopold where all folks came together for the MUSIC, and no one played any gang bullshit in them walls. Why not? Not totally sure. Could it happen today? Prolly not. Ten years change a world, ten years can erase a street.

The fun and the cameos from old school Leopold Records employees:

Point is, man they had a lot to say about life. Really pure. So, I wish I could embed Kiss Me and I'll Kiss You Back, cause that also had some wonderful staff in it, but whatcha gonna do. Anyway, a shout out to Daria who brought in Hammer when it was tapes in his trunk for commission, and even more so on the long term Yeh Yeah: bringing in the Digital Underground and help blowing them up as well.

Good times, friends. Good times. For those new to the Bay, the scene, whatever you want to call it? Coolest thing was, when Amoeba Berkeley opened up a few blocks from Leopold? It was all love, baby. No sense of competition or us vs. them. How rare is that?? Now, chunklets of us work at Amoeba (woot, wooooooot!) and maybe even own a piece. (Not me, baby!) Kisses to the joynts that do it all for the right reason, including a little shout out to a store in Austin Texas!

Sundays, pretty Sundays

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 17, 2007 10:08am | Post a Comment
For my sister, Jill, and all of her echoing 8 track tapes; I love you.

-Brickly

Thank you Paul Potts

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 15, 2007 06:29pm | Post a Comment

Sir, there is a stage with your name on it in San Francisco, humble as it may be. Thank you sir. You redeemed television ... for a moment. I even like the damn Aerosmith at the end, and that song only makes me think of strippers and a death in Alameda. God bless you, sir.

-Brickly

Having a hard day? Me too!

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, June 15, 2007 05:14pm | Post a Comment

Thanks, Tina. I tell you, I don't know how them folks in them chairs sat so still! My entire childhood, this song made me flail about so hard, I often had to hold onto a bedpost. Honest, this song make-a-me crazy!

Also? I would like to thank Tina Turner and Ann-Margret, because when I was in kindergarten, I saw Tommy at the drive-in movies, and y'all 2 women made me gay. Thank you so much. I love being a gay.

What we have here is forty seconds of insane hot heaven:

Whew. Knock me down with a feather! Hell, just knock me down! Please!

If you don't understand how a movie like Tommy can make a pre-pubescent girl into a big old dyke, I can only offer this to your eyes - two bits from Tommy. The first one, my second favorite, highlights The Mother in a penthouse apartment not at all unlike the one I live in now, in fact I am wearing that gown as we speak. One of 9 identical gowns:

I was a baby in Boston and it was raining beans! It should be pointed out to you now that only today did I see any sexual reference as to the pillow, and I am not sure if that's too racy for this blog. Shoot. I can be rather obtuse it seems. (We can skip the part where there's any rational discussion about the bad acting, right? Cool!)

Now, Tina. Oh dear. Dearest Tina ... I think my crib was an Iron Maiden:

I was never supposed to be normal. For that I would like to thank my parents for being so incredibly dumb as to take little tiny children to see movies like this. Yay! You made me gay and weird! Thanks Mom and Dad! You rule!

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