sometimes it is an unpleasent feeling to be alone. it's like you're being separated by a campfire. if the fire is large enough then it works as a sound bergade, and it is almost eeire how difficult it actaully can be to hear little tommy's story when he is in the direct path from you. oh, well, it's not so important now, what is important is that you are not a beatles fan on your lonesome there are so many of us, and this is not a bad this, this is actaully perfect, seeing as they are so great. i am an early beatles fan through and through. i can't help the simple licks, please please, give me anna, the songs sick. they are so pleasant, and as much as i love tripping balls to the later stuff, the craftmanship cannot be begruded. i even love ringo, and i am not at all ashamed off that, when was it ever said that drums aren't supposed to be simple as fuck, you tell me. ill give you a hint, it's a waste of time. i have heard that john commented at one point, telling a reporter that ringo wasn't even the best drumme in the beatles. we did romantisize sometimes. we used to think that lennon was talking about paul being a better drummer, because i heard he played all the instruments on back in the ussr. thats awesome, and if you have a chance, before i get to it, get the white album, that shits great.
do people like you listen to rascal flatts?
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