Morning!
I'm up way too early for a Saturday
Long boring typical
story for ya: The daughter of some very good friends I've known forever is a HUGE fan of grunge & early 90's music (her parent's music really rubbed off on her). Last summer I told her she could have all my old bootleg* CDs from the era, specifically a live Tool CD from a club date around the time of their 1st album in 92 & a Pearl Jam import called 5 Musketeers that had a lot of (at the time) unreleased tracks, including Yellow Leadbetter (fucking
$40 at Amazon!). Of course, all my CDs were already in boxes in the garage, so I told her she had to wait until we moved. Fast forward 10 months & I found 3 boxes with all the cases & the box with all my loose CDs - loose because the last time I used them was in my handy
Sony 300 CD Player (but I doubt I paid over $1k for it like it's listed for now). Seeing as all the CDs were in the player, I took all the liners out of the cases & put them into a photo album, so you could flip thru, find a CD & it's number in the player & listen to it. My
problem is that I have no fucking clue where that photo album is
*Side Note for J
lly: I did find my copy of
Let's Crack The Ghost Of Hitler
Today's my oldest stepdaughter's 40th birthday
She told the ASSIL that she did NOT want a surprise party, so The Bitch & I are going to stop down this morning & give her 40
as well as the helmet her oldest brother wore in the demolition derby the year before he passed that was held on to by her youngest brother until he passed, because she's
like that where she's going to be in the demolition derby again this year
Before & after that, it'll be work. Later,
at Yell's