My grandfather flew as part of a Lancaster bomber crew during the war. They would sometimes return from raids with vital parts of the aircraft either missing or no longer functioning. It is good to see the continuance of that do or die spirit reflected in Null's bold attempt at keeping his stream airborne in the absence of OBS.
Thanks to his service, I have seen the successor to Liza Minnelli: She is a ginger transsexual with cat ears, whose overreaching gaze has fixated on the footlights at Carnegie Hall, as they reflect in the cellophane wrap of enormous floral bouquet that has been presented to her by Bette Midler, but whose vocal delivery and songcraft is better suited to a poorly attended, one night only, one-woman show in the annex of an off-Broadway theatre.
There are certain paths to wealth that are so far off the beaten track that is difficult piece together the steps that one would need to take: Horse dildo millionaire, for example. All I can picture is a montage of bank managers and gaunt, fifty-year-old sex shop owners with maroon leather waistcoats, and receding grey ponytails, shaking their heads. I don't want to think about the remainder of the montage because I do not wish to dwell upon the minutiae of horse dildo production and stress testing.
The revisiting of Yaniv's magnum opus - the ball waxing incident - provided me with a very pleasant realisation: Like a murder house that has been demolished and whose plot is now overgrown with weeds, and has become the haunt of stray animals. the homeless, and sex workers whose market value has fallen below the $5 threshold, Yaniv's balls along with the terror they spread throughout the largely Sikh community of female genital waxers are gone forever.
David Eugene Edward's band prior to Wovenhand was called 16 Horsepower. They are they only group that has ever made me want to be a hillbilly.
