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Originally posted by Coyote Well, If I'd been more active back in 7th to 9th grade to high school, I'd speak a couple more languages. French, Spanish and/or Russian, to be exact, cheri.
there was an Intense Russian course (yes, that's what they called it) at school last summer. I wanted to take it, but it conflicted with other classes
No wonder we seem to get along so well! I prefer Absolut with cranberry juice, btw.
LMAO!
"He doesn't need to sell millions of records, he doesn't need to fill arenas, he doesn't need to be popular, he doesn't need your money, AND HE DOESN'T NEED YOU!"
Blackflag on DLR
Originally posted by Elitest oh shiiiiiiit...did I miss your birthday ???
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh... ...........
blame the aberdeen angus...........
Wow, you hold onto trivial shit like a rabid pitt bull! You've almost broken the 'Woman Scorned' record set by Aileen Wournos.
YOU GO, GIRL!
LMAO
"He doesn't need to sell millions of records, he doesn't need to fill arenas, he doesn't need to be popular, he doesn't need your money, AND HE DOESN'T NEED YOU!"
Blackflag on DLR
Can you fucking believe it? The day I get out of the FDF (Finnish Defence Forces) I get a letter from a pop/jazz conservatoire, saying that they want me to get over there on the 28th and take their test.
(If I pass, I'll become involved in the technology of music.)
Here's the freaky part: I went out last night to celebrate my just aquired freedom with my buddies. Lotsa booze, lotsa fun, right?
Not quite. As I was walking (or should I say wandering) home, I tripped and landed on my left hand, which just happens to be my picking hand. It's just a strain.
Now it hurts like a motherfucker when I try to play the guitar, right when I'm supposed to practice this jazz-tune.
Ain't life a bitch?
Didn't work. Now my left hand is wrapped up, and waiting for Tuesday. (X-ray will be taken then. Local hospital's on Easter leave. Fucked up, ain't it?)
If it's broken... well, so much for getting outta this fleabitten shithole.
Why settle for something you have, if it's not as good as something you're out to get?
Originally posted by Seshmeister
It's like putting up a YouTube of Bach and playing Chopstix on your Bontempi...
You know, I had a similar mishap a couple of years ago, albeit it was my right hand. I was playin' soccer with a few friends. Me being a goalie for the first time, I didn't realize that the fuckin' ball could move that fast.
To make this short, I caught the ball, with the lower edge of my palm. I thought it was broken, but it was just a sprain. A few days passed, I could take off the splint and relearn the fine art of guitar.
Why settle for something you have, if it's not as good as something you're out to get?
Originally posted by Seshmeister
It's like putting up a YouTube of Bach and playing Chopstix on your Bontempi...
Yesterday was fun. I was the designated driver for a couple of friends. One of them is a to-be drum teacher, the type who thinks a bit too much of himself and his musical sense.
For months we've had this quarrel, conserning Alex Van Halen: Is he a good drummer, or not?
His claim is based on listening to Van Hagar, my claim... well, you know.
So, on our way to the neighboring town I decided to give this guy a shot of "Hot For Teacher". You should've seen the look on the poor guys face. (something like this: :eek: ) First comment: "What the fuck is THAT?!"
Why settle for something you have, if it's not as good as something you're out to get?
Originally posted by Seshmeister
It's like putting up a YouTube of Bach and playing Chopstix on your Bontempi...
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