Yeah, there's been a lot of pants-peeing with you guys. A lot of panting too, but into the free air.
The worst thing is that I can't d-load the sucker for another 8 hours!
I don't even have time to read this thread properly!
2012 will be the year I return once more to the greener pastures of Sixties Garage Punk, after years of roaming the seven seas of Soul, Funk, Doo-Wop, Punk, Rockabilly, Blues and Metal.
And who is the Lighthouse casting it's beacon of light through mist, over the dark merciless waters of Misguided Musical Taste, guiding me to Sonic Safety?
Who is waving his arms, calling me, showing me the safe way to the shores of Primitive Bliss?
And who greets me in the Haven of Mayhem, with a mighty pat on my shoulder and a firm handshake, smiling, calming me with a soft but throaty voice telling me:
The Man: "Welcome home."
Me: "I've been gone so long..I..I don't know if...I still belong here...the things I've done...the things I have listened to.."
The Man: "You have always been here before. You never really left."
And I am saved for the third time.