It sounds completely idiotic, but it's what's coming out of my mind: it feels good to know that i can still, for no discernible reason, become depressed. And i'm trying to get angry about it, and i can't.
I was thinking about writing some blues last night after attending a jazz festival in which The Boy played. But my songwriting skills have always been negligible.
At which point Dave proceeds to play some, like, over-echoed octaves or something. It certainly ain't blues.
But, you know, if I'm being a pedantic asshole I should at least say, "gnee gnee it's "okay, Edge, play the blues"" before you beat the life from my body.
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Date: 2004-05-14 04:03 pm (UTC)"All right, Edge, play the blues."
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Date: 2004-05-14 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-14 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-14 05:31 pm (UTC)But, you know, if I'm being a pedantic asshole I should at least say, "gnee gnee it's "okay, Edge, play the blues"" before you beat the life from my body.
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Date: 2004-05-14 10:03 pm (UTC)