A challenge, a release, a soapbox, analgesic
Something involving Shirley Manson, her lawyer, and a Stroopwafel
The fit. Personally I find it a little tight around the central regions, and a little baggy in the ass.
Sadly, something co-written by a convicted paedophile - not that it narrows it down much...
The ones who don't go on TV/social media having not played or composed a single note on their album and still describe themselves as a 'band'.
The utter failure of other artists to be able to adequately express my truth.
It is said that the fish that combs its hair is visiting Vienna in the spring. Ahoo!
irresponsible.
What has being a musician ever had to do with reality? Hershey's chocolate really needs a LOT of work
The inevitable modern face of an art form that has forgotten why it was created.
That very mediocre talent is supported by legions of primpers, plumpers, and fluffers.
Yes, I listen and I reach out. But what does local mean anymore? My main collaborator lives 1,000 miles away.
Pre-existing wealth, be part of a musical dynasty, good looks, a tendency to forget to wear clothing when being photographed, a team of woke advisors on social media 24/7, compromising photographs of the heads of music on popular radio stations, a pet genie, speakers the size of Lisbon, erect nipples under wet clothing (what's that about YouTube???), a tendency to appear in a puke making reality TV series, a dad who works for the GRU, a dad who owns his own media empire, Elton's phone number, an easy going attitude to being emotionally and physically exploited, bullet wounds (survivable), bullet wounds (unsurvivable), luck, luck, luck, persistence, luck, luck, luck, the skin of a crocodile wearing a stegosaurus coat, to believe a thumbs up on a web page will actually change the world, more luck, oh, and talent.
I worry that Adele and Ed Sheehan are being somewhat overlooked.