“Gonna make gigging kinda hard, ain’t it?” She asked with a little, humorless smile.
Yep. Just three Goths in the Happiest Place on Earth. Don’t even pretend this isn’t normal.
I used to work at a union that set up various concerts. I set up for the likes of Katy Perry, Coldplay, Madonna, Lady Gaga (and got locked in her trailer. True story.)
Well, needless to say, we did not reschedule with Derek.
Sorry in advance for the short rant-post today.
Christian was out all night doing whatever it is Christian does, so I had my house to myself again, which was kind of nice, as I still needed one more line for Here’s To Eternity.
The three of us looked at each other for a very brief moment before I started for the side gate I hoped would lead to a drum kit.
“So we’re going to play a dead old man’s drum kit on this record?”
"Who would wear underwear that looks like that?!" I asked.
“Well, yeah, but you gotta love Bowie. Come on.”
Let's take a break from the God Ana[b]log for a minute. I wanna tell you a story.
"People have an endless capacity to disappoint you."
When that led me nowhere, I wept tears of-- er, I mean, I stoically continued onward.