The four coolest people on Earth got robbed, and now you’re gonna hear some poems. Prepare your guitars and ask: who’s paying for these poet dens? What do the cool kids talk about? Wait, are there other cities? For fans of: roughly six square blocks of Manhattan, a pre-9/11 world, and seeing how you do up there without all the assistance.
No, no, Mr. Bungle was my father's name. Call me Alvin. Steadily reduce your slap bass usage while we ask: Can you have it...
Music preferences might be a costume. Costumes are definitely costumes, though. Numbers 0 and 1 discuss: how many of these guys were essential, really?...
The poems are great but I bet the bathroom's gross. Neglect to mention Blue Oyster Cult and ask: You flew to Paris for this?...