Last edited by Perota; 13-04-2013 at 06:43 AM.
The things we regret most is the things we didn't do
No they don,t. I don't know much about and artist since the late sixties. I don't
like rap music at all nor do I care for classical much. I would say I didn't like noisy music but that would be a lie cause I like a lot of "Ike and Tina Turner" and also most of the "Greatful Dead". When I was younger I loved Louie Armstrong, and later on the sax, jazz player Winton Mar...(sp). I really like the voices of the Platters and Nat King Cole and also his daughter. Some nice music by Nat. So I might say I like a little of most music and dis-like a lot of it. I do like the lady on the cover of "Pump Up The Jam".
Matthew Good Band - Everything is Automatic
Haven't listened to him in awhile.
^ A good one from that year. Here's another good one from then that I listened to ...
I wasn't really sure what all this was about, but it was catchy.
Donna Summer engaged my interest more than...errr...David Soul did.
W.A.S.P
Slayer
Mr Bungle
White Zombie
Sepultura
King Diamond
Public Enemy
Metallica
Nirvana
Therapy?
Anthrax
Beastie Boys
2 Unlimited no no nononono nononono
Very similar to Lu. Green Day and Marilyn Manson also
This appears to be another gay thread... As a teenage boy, I was listening to:
Apart from your input, what it appears to be is a thread without utterly shit music.
Whatever shit was on Radio 2 because Mum had control of it.
My old man shouting 'get that fcuking TV off and get out and play'. Same in my house now but it's me shouting 'get off those fcuking phones and get out and play'.
Thirteen..? Loads of punk rock as I recall. Also raging hormones for stars like Debbie Harry (goddess).
When I went to parties as a teenager someone with a guitar would start playing this at some point.
Listening to it again... I think it was much better when we were all stoned.
I think was just 13 when this came out:
When I was 13 I thought this was crap.
On reflection, only because my 16 year old sister liked it.
When I was 13 I was listening to hardcore bootleg cassettes that we used to steal from from a jeans shop in town, getting pilled up and jumping around in muddy fields like a bunch of complete spastics.
Here we go again...
Lang may yer lum reek...
...and the first smooch music a couple of years later...
Still brings back some very lovely memories...thanks, Shell...
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