Holy shit, I'm so fucking hungover today, it's not funny. It was so damn hot at the Horseshoe, I think the beer was just evaporating into the air and I was breathing it in in big, hungry gulps and it was just fucking me up
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Well, I only use "Sam Roberts Band" when I have to write something on behalf of all the guys. Hah, like those cheesy Christmas cards we send out to the press who've been good to us and stuff. Otherwise, it's just Sam Roberts. Maybe I got some extra ego tucked away that I wasn't aware of.
Hi there. I saw Prey For Rock and Roll and was thankful that you're not really a rock star, because you'd be kicking all our asses at it ;)
I could use some more strut to go with that ego. Right now I kinda scurry 'cause I got little legs. But Robin Black has a good strut and he's even shorter than me. Maybe he'll teach me.
Ha, I don't believe you for a second. You probably huck your TV off the balcony when they tell you that the kitchen can't prepare tuna carpaccio for 25 people at 4am.
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Hi there. I saw Prey For Rock and Roll and was thankful that you're not really a rock star, because you'd be kicking all our asses at it ;)
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Hey, thank you. Don't worry, in real life I'm a terrible rock star. I drink tea, go to bed early, and straighten up hotel rooms.
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Ha, I don't believe you for a second. You probably huck your TV off the balcony when they tell you that the kitchen can't prepare tuna carpaccio for 25 people at 4am.
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...dammit. They said the weren't going to tell the press about that.
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Well hell, who can blame you? When you gotta have your tuna carpaccio, you gotta have it.
... or so I've heard. Personally, I've been known to settle for half a bag of stale cheesies and a bottle of flat molson stock ale.
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Hey there, young Samuel. Nice to see you again.
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