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luka
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One of craners exes, a plump, 4ft 8 Jewish princess from New York once emailed me a poem he'd written about licking her minge out. I suppose in theory I could find it and post it.
version
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National Review?
luka
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It's quite funny Cramer writes this exquisite cultivated prose but the only things he's had published have been a whole series of saucy readers wives type tales for a low rent British porno mag and a fruity poem about slobering over this girls fanny. Maybe he should have pursued 'erotica' as a career.
version
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The CORP$EY to Craner's Corpsey, Cramer vs. Craner.
Corpsey
bandz ahoy
craner
Beast of Burden
Let's go!
craner
Beast of Burden
73
Associates, ‘18-Carat Love Affair’
Sulk outro converted into Baroque pop A-side. Billy Mackenzie’s vocal is wild (but not lonely) on this and never out of control. Good advice from his friend John. The line “she found some lipstick on the ground” always makes me think of a Guy Bourdin picture. You should play this as loud as possible to get the fully uninhibited gold pop rush.
Associates, ‘18-Carat Love Affair’
Sulk outro converted into Baroque pop A-side. Billy Mackenzie’s vocal is wild (but not lonely) on this and never out of control. Good advice from his friend John. The line “she found some lipstick on the ground” always makes me think of a Guy Bourdin picture. You should play this as loud as possible to get the fully uninhibited gold pop rush.
craner
Beast of Burden
74
Fleetwood Mac, ‘Landslide (Live)’
From possibly the most fucked-up tour ever completed by any rock band. It lasted, according to the Live album sleeve, from October 1979 to September 1980 following the horrible critical and commercial backlash from Tusk and fueled by mountains of drugs, lakes of alcohol and ill-advised sex affairs. Tusk is my favorite but I love Live too. It has a gorgeous unrecorded song called ‘Fireflies' on it; a humongous ‘I’m So Afraid’ with Lindsey Buckingham shredding; and a lovely, hazy soundcheck cover of Brian Wilson’s ‘The Farmer’s Daughter’.
This version of ‘Landslide’ is better than the one on Rumours. Stevie sounds strung-out, at the absolute end of her tether, her voice right on the edge of cracking apart. And, of course, she milks as much drama out of her performance as is technically possible, emotionally manipulating the audience in an expert, almost sinister manner. Such pathos, extremity and artistic control. It’s really beautiful, this.
Fleetwood Mac, ‘Landslide (Live)’
From possibly the most fucked-up tour ever completed by any rock band. It lasted, according to the Live album sleeve, from October 1979 to September 1980 following the horrible critical and commercial backlash from Tusk and fueled by mountains of drugs, lakes of alcohol and ill-advised sex affairs. Tusk is my favorite but I love Live too. It has a gorgeous unrecorded song called ‘Fireflies' on it; a humongous ‘I’m So Afraid’ with Lindsey Buckingham shredding; and a lovely, hazy soundcheck cover of Brian Wilson’s ‘The Farmer’s Daughter’.
This version of ‘Landslide’ is better than the one on Rumours. Stevie sounds strung-out, at the absolute end of her tether, her voice right on the edge of cracking apart. And, of course, she milks as much drama out of her performance as is technically possible, emotionally manipulating the audience in an expert, almost sinister manner. Such pathos, extremity and artistic control. It’s really beautiful, this.
craner
Beast of Burden
75.
Norman Connors, 'You Are My Starship'
The most twinkling and spacey Slow Jam of them all; it shimmers and cuts shapes like a star constellation as dusk turns to night. It's pure filth, too, of course. Similar to the sex/spaceship kitsch of Marvin Gaye's 'A Funky Space Reincarnation' from Here, My Dear.
Michael Henderson sings on this, not Norman Connors, just so you know.
Norman Connors, 'You Are My Starship'
The most twinkling and spacey Slow Jam of them all; it shimmers and cuts shapes like a star constellation as dusk turns to night. It's pure filth, too, of course. Similar to the sex/spaceship kitsch of Marvin Gaye's 'A Funky Space Reincarnation' from Here, My Dear.
Michael Henderson sings on this, not Norman Connors, just so you know.