I'm staring into my tea, and it's quarter past seven in the morning. Grumb. Good thing I've got a wiry darkhaired Brit to stare at when I roll over.
So I've become addicted (belatedly, I realise) to the coolest swing band out there, and certainly the one with the most risqué name. Go check out the Cherry Poppin' Daddies. They rock. Hard.
Also, I worship Luis Aquino and Pedro Eustache. The brats, with their brass and woodwind instruments, thinking they're so awesome. They are. Buggrit.
Here, have an art link. It's the LeStrange bros.
Thursday, 13 March 2008
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hahaha.. oh man, thats great
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