Friday, February 11, 2005

But where's Mr. Hogan?

If I was a pirate, I would bury these in a gold-filled chest beneath a big X in the sand on a tropical island near a volcanic mountain shaped like a skull.

But that's the problem with being a cowboy. No booty.

I picked up Blind Melon's self titled album today.
On cassette. For a dollar.
The stash of music I'll be listening in the van just keeps getting bigger and better...

-Pearl Jam (Vitalogy)
-Green Day (Dookie)
-the Cranberries (No Need to Argue)
-Bush (Razorblade Suitcase)
-Blind Melon (Blind Melon)
-Nirvana (Nevermind)
-the Eagles (Hell Freezes Over)
-the Barenaked Ladies (Gordon)
-the entire collection of Jack Grunsky's children's songs
-the Lion King soundtrack

The question now is whether I'm more excited about getting the van, or getting a tape deck. And would a Super Nintendo trump them both?