Thanks for the flashback to my youth — my mother dragging my young heathen ass to Christian bookstores to read the original text of this and other similar stories on wall plaques and bookmarks. Thankfully, I had a nice collection of KISS albums at home to put my mind back at ease. There’s nothing like a little “God of Thunder” to wash the ol’ “footprints in the sand” story from a young mind.
Dale: Aren’t we to believe that all times in Moz’s life are sorry times?
Hillman: And you, in turn have given me a flashback to my youth. In the late 70’s I brought home a copy of “Rock and Roll Over”. My zealously religious parents intercepted and gave me the whole “kings in satan’s service” speech (I’d have a lot more respect if they’d have simply said: “we don’t want this in our house, it’s just shitty music”) and took it away. When I complained that I didn’t have any “good” (meaning “rock and roll”) records, they promised me they’d buy me something else to replace it. They came home with a “groovy” record by the guy who played Gordon on Sesame Street. Ouch…..
Ha… well, at least I didn’t get Gordon from Sesame Street. But, my mother did try getting me to listen to some Christian rock group called “Petra.” I was like, “Sorry, mom, but unless they can do a decent cover of ‘Detroit Rock City,’ I’m just not interested.” She still prays for my soul on a daily basis.
Hillman: I love it !! I remember Petra. Friends of mine tried to turn me on to them “it’s as good as any other rock, but it’s Christian” (total bullshit). To my dad’s credit, I’d play it at home and he’d say “what is that horrible racket?”. I’d say “it’s Petra, they’re Christian”. To which he’d reply “that’s Christian? It’s horrible”.
I think I once saw Moz walking next to me at the beach, but I wasn’t sure, because he was covered in sunscreen and was wearing big sunglasses and a hat. I tried to pull his hat off, but he ran away screaming “the life I’ve had can make a good man bad!”
Then I looked down and saw – I’m not kidding – 17 sets of footprints in the sand. I got chills up my spine. I’m not sure what it all meant, maybe the beach was just crowded that day.
hey if you were trying to make sure i was paying attention, well, here i am. merci pour le shout out. but oh what difference does it make? no more apologies. when will i accept myself? cheerio. must write that buck-toothed girl in luxemburg. wrap it up in the news of the world. you can pin-and-mount me like a butterfly. this is the last song i will ever sing… oh no i’ve changed my mind again…good night, and thank you. (you are sleeping, you do not want to believe.)
Moz is my personal savior. Someday I’ll write about the weekend I spent 48 straight hours weeping into a pillow and playing “I Know It’s Over” on a continuous loop.
We carried his ass through some sorry times too so he owes us.
Thanks for the flashback to my youth — my mother dragging my young heathen ass to Christian bookstores to read the original text of this and other similar stories on wall plaques and bookmarks. Thankfully, I had a nice collection of KISS albums at home to put my mind back at ease. There’s nothing like a little “God of Thunder” to wash the ol’ “footprints in the sand” story from a young mind.
Dale: Aren’t we to believe that all times in Moz’s life are sorry times?
Hillman: And you, in turn have given me a flashback to my youth. In the late 70’s I brought home a copy of “Rock and Roll Over”. My zealously religious parents intercepted and gave me the whole “kings in satan’s service” speech (I’d have a lot more respect if they’d have simply said: “we don’t want this in our house, it’s just shitty music”) and took it away. When I complained that I didn’t have any “good” (meaning “rock and roll”) records, they promised me they’d buy me something else to replace it. They came home with a “groovy” record by the guy who played Gordon on Sesame Street. Ouch…..
This is pretty funny. I hope the Evil Genius sees it. He’ll probably know where it originates.
Ha… well, at least I didn’t get Gordon from Sesame Street. But, my mother did try getting me to listen to some Christian rock group called “Petra.” I was like, “Sorry, mom, but unless they can do a decent cover of ‘Detroit Rock City,’ I’m just not interested.” She still prays for my soul on a daily basis.
Hillman: I love it !! I remember Petra. Friends of mine tried to turn me on to them “it’s as good as any other rock, but it’s Christian” (total bullshit). To my dad’s credit, I’d play it at home and he’d say “what is that horrible racket?”. I’d say “it’s Petra, they’re Christian”. To which he’d reply “that’s Christian? It’s horrible”.
And of course he was right…..
Ah, the Moz as Savior.
I think I once saw Moz walking next to me at the beach, but I wasn’t sure, because he was covered in sunscreen and was wearing big sunglasses and a hat. I tried to pull his hat off, but he ran away screaming “the life I’ve had can make a good man bad!”
Then I looked down and saw – I’m not kidding – 17 sets of footprints in the sand. I got chills up my spine. I’m not sure what it all meant, maybe the beach was just crowded that day.
I think Johnny Marr drew this.
Beth: do you know the Moz as your personal lord and savior? because if you don’t, I’ll pray for you…
Smack: you didn’t notice the army of depressed, androgynous teenage girls that trails behind the Moz everywhere he goes?
EG: well done, old chap !!
the dude’s forearm– if I follow the Moz will MINE get all elongated and fucked up like that, too, when he carries ME?
hey if you were trying to make sure i was paying attention, well, here i am. merci pour le shout out. but oh what difference does it make? no more apologies. when will i accept myself? cheerio. must write that buck-toothed girl in luxemburg. wrap it up in the news of the world. you can pin-and-mount me like a butterfly. this is the last song i will ever sing… oh no i’ve changed my mind again…good night, and thank you. (you are sleeping, you do not want to believe.)
Moz is my personal savior. Someday I’ll write about the weekend I spent 48 straight hours weeping into a pillow and playing “I Know It’s Over” on a continuous loop.
Oh, if only I were kidding…
BO: no, but if you eat your spinach, that might happen.
Feve: where you been dude? Obscure french history is better than this?
Peace: you and the previously mentioned army of depressed, androgynous teenage girls….