Rollin’ up the sleeves of my blazer, pink t-shirt, shades, top down, and blastin’ “Massacre Disco,” ’cause it don’t get better.
Preview my butt – you can get this now! It’s out!
Simon or Garfunkel? You decide.
The soundtrack to being physically dissembled at the atomic level.
Half of you will hear a really great acid trip, while the other half will boot up whatever version of Zelda you have on hand.
If I had been born prior to 1975, I would have transcended time and space at the Paris Olympia on the evening of May 28.