tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post985792706233781028..comments2024-01-09T13:55:46.379-05:00Comments on 15 Minute Lunch: Marx my words. I'm going to burn in Music Hell.Johnny Virgilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07914217086250206369noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-24699293550669359142008-10-24T12:57:00.000-04:002008-10-24T12:57:00.000-04:00I stalked Richard Marx once. Outside a mall. Then ...I stalked Richard Marx once. Outside a mall. Then he got into a car and someone drove him away, effectively ending my career as a Richard Marx stalker. True story.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-53635990735194044322008-10-23T20:53:00.000-04:002008-10-23T20:53:00.000-04:00I also have that "bad people" luck you s...I also have that "bad people" luck you speak of...mine also comes with a side of any freak in a store will tell me their life story & if there is a crying, whiny, annoying brat in a restaurant, they'll be sitting next to my table!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-56964974153456894672008-10-22T12:57:00.000-04:002008-10-22T12:57:00.000-04:00That was like when I went to a Billy Joel concert....That was like when I went to a Billy Joel concert. At first I didn't want to go. The last BJ concert I went to was Storm Front and he was playing obscured tracks from the album. I eventually conceded and had a blast. Except the people behind us standed up through out the whole concert singing off key and dancing. Smells of left-handed cigarettes were looming my way.<BR/><BR/>I glanced down two rows and some guy was dancing strangely in the aisle.<BR/><BR/>I was getting into the music and was razzed for that.<BR/><BR/>Good times. Thanks for the memories :)Bill Gordenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13469062501344966016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-29699256086594768562008-10-21T04:39:00.000-04:002008-10-21T04:39:00.000-04:00lol.....Now that's good stuff...lol.....Now that's good stuff...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-41973450351547053422008-10-18T18:32:00.000-04:002008-10-18T18:32:00.000-04:00I am fairly sure I drive through Malone to get to ...I am fairly sure I drive through Malone to get to Newcomb and the Santanoni Preserve.Johnny Virgilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07914217086250206369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-63320515339054924662008-10-18T12:46:00.000-04:002008-10-18T12:46:00.000-04:00Just found your blog. I have friends who are loser...Just found your blog. I have friends who are loser magnets but I am sure glad I avoided that gene. Great blogs!Michael Horvathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06490946095047002839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-76796631305940372142008-10-17T22:13:00.000-04:002008-10-17T22:13:00.000-04:00Loved this post!!! Lived in Ridgefield for a whil...Loved this post!!! Lived in Ridgefield for a while...lived and survived through the Richard Marx era (no, that was not me that had a Richard Marx poster on her dorm room wall in 1988 -- *ahemgayahem* -- so could totally picture this.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and following up on C's question...talk about bizarre...I grew up in friggin' Malone. Random.<BR/><BR/>Love your blog!KiKihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02259722710826373523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-2743716886363229262008-10-17T10:25:00.000-04:002008-10-17T10:25:00.000-04:00hey what part of upstate, ny are you in? i am from...hey what part of upstate, ny are you in? i am from malone. heard of it? lemme know.Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09910078888984045131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-18858159015036655112008-10-16T19:23:00.000-04:002008-10-16T19:23:00.000-04:00Couldn't you have snuck in a Tazer instead of a re...Couldn't you have snuck in a Tazer instead of a recorder? Would have been more useful!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for dropping by blog to correct everything ;) How'd you know I gave you a shout out?Ed & Jeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00730956006290504616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-11070587317114987752008-10-16T15:35:00.000-04:002008-10-16T15:35:00.000-04:00tome, thanks. That's like bratwurst, right?UB, I ...tome, thanks. That's like bratwurst, right?<BR/><BR/>UB, I got punched in the nuts at epcot. I feel your pain.<BR/><BR/>Maryann, he busted on his own mullet pretty mercilessly. Also, he was very sorry YouTube exists to showcase it.<BR/><BR/>Kiki, I'm sorry. You need better fantasies.<BR/><BR/>Daisy, nice one. I don't think it would have worked here though.<BR/><BR/>BAG, you make me feel really, really old. Thanks, man.<BR/><BR/>unfinished, I read your story. Awesome. Kenny G just looks way too effing blissful when he's blowing on that thing.It's creepy.<BR/><BR/>Meredith, KC Who?<BR/><BR/>Sharon, you must be really old or really young.<BR/><BR/>Fancy, thanks. I appreciate that. Also, breath mints. Just sayin'.<BR/><BR/>Heather, I know. Just to make you feel better, I was a lot more interested in seeing Matt Scannell play.<BR/><BR/>S. Vincent, I don't blame you. I like Damien Rice, too. Short take on the new JM -- not as poppy, more serious, more introspective -- understandable given what he's gone through since the last release. Also, a song on there called "Lullabye" that kills me. It's fantastic.<BR/><BR/>Nan, I know, right? You wouldn't expect the comedy.<BR/><BR/>Crystal, I had the first HL album and people would look at me weird when I told them what I was listening to on my cassette walkman....<BR/><BR/>That Girl -- I think RM was going for the prom theme demographic.<BR/><BR/>Jason, I've known Pete since 96 or so. I used to do their website.<BR/><BR/>Becs, I'm trying but this week has been busy....I still need to write a bunch before I'll have anything worth the paper it's printed on...<BR/><BR/>MissKIA, it didn't mean anything. She still loves you.<BR/><BR/>Emmak, I don't think I could have pulled that one off.<BR/><BR/>Linds, thanks.<BR/><BR/>Anon, what? You don't like my pumpkin? I carved it myself yesterday.Johnny Virgilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07914217086250206369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-36004797128010211692008-10-16T11:49:00.000-04:002008-10-16T11:49:00.000-04:00Dang, I came to see the sexy Johnny picture (and h...Dang, I came to see the sexy Johnny picture (and hopefully read a new post, but at least see the picture) and it's gone! I'm all full of woe and shit now. I should have copied it off when I had the chance...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-9960938926806719802008-10-15T11:13:00.000-04:002008-10-15T11:13:00.000-04:00This was brilliant.This was brilliant.Lindseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09594314318272558351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-70931865380105307002008-10-14T11:38:00.000-04:002008-10-14T11:38:00.000-04:00Since she was the indignant type I would have trie...Since she was the indignant type I would have tried the sleazebag route: "My wife's not here but I'm feeling horny, fancy doing me after?" She would probably have (hopefully) gotten pissed off that you wanted to cheat on your wife and have fucked off away. Or maybe she would have dry humped your leg. Tricky.MommyHeadachehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03924035710478459520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-71534395562466827082008-10-13T14:34:00.000-04:002008-10-13T14:34:00.000-04:00She always sits by me. I can't believe she cheated...She always sits by me. I can't believe she cheated on me with you. I didn't think she would ever leave my side. Bitch.Miss Know It Allhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02800255176807152785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-50207147910368677982008-10-12T17:11:00.000-04:002008-10-12T17:11:00.000-04:00She may be reading your blog but, she doesn't know...She may be reading your blog but, she doesn't know you're talking about her!!Teacher Teacher!https://www.blogger.com/profile/09901449338539554241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-79456030861076405842008-10-12T12:58:00.000-04:002008-10-12T12:58:00.000-04:00And she's reading your blog right now!And she's reading your blog right now!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-60291856661236155742008-10-12T09:50:00.000-04:002008-10-12T09:50:00.000-04:00My husband has similar people luck. You are too fu...My husband has similar people luck. You are too funny, and a wonderful story teller. How is the book deal coming? Best, BecsBecshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14799574836512070042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-66851480496589270282008-10-12T00:28:00.000-04:002008-10-12T00:28:00.000-04:00Great post man! And wow, I've been reading your bl...Great post man! And wow, I've been reading your blog for a while and I never knew you were friends with The Badlees. I used to love them back in the 90s. Now I'm going to have to dig out some of their old stuff.<BR/><BR/>Thanks!Jason Crabtreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17539037075565317352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-13274701251871345522008-10-11T22:59:00.000-04:002008-10-11T22:59:00.000-04:00The visuals Im getting here are pretty specific......The visuals Im getting here are pretty specific...haha!<BR/><BR/>There are some crazy fans out there. One time I went to the international airport to pick up a friend. I took my profesional video camera to record her entrance and was surprised to see a whole gang of television reporters on the scene. <BR/><BR/>It turned out that the 80's rock band "the Cure" was arriving at the same time. <BR/><BR/>In the whole commotion of it all I was admitted as a newsreporter and got record their interviews as well. <BR/><BR/>I felt so important that I almost forgot to pick up my friend!michelle hayshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09099568410687632931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-31470910644233375562008-10-11T15:58:00.000-04:002008-10-11T15:58:00.000-04:00That's OK JV, admitting listening to Richard Marx ...That's OK JV, admitting listening to Richard Marx isn't half as bad as admitting that one used to listen to Stryper back in the 80s. I'll just leave it at that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-11095620799489956932008-10-11T08:58:00.000-04:002008-10-11T08:58:00.000-04:00Ugh, kudos to you for not smooshing her chubby fac...Ugh, kudos to you for not smooshing her chubby face as tempting as it probably was.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-78013635151722609962008-10-10T23:59:00.000-04:002008-10-10T23:59:00.000-04:00Some people admit to playing the heck out of the s...Some people admit to playing the heck out of the second album as well. But only after extreme WoooooooHooooo torture.Teacher Teacher!https://www.blogger.com/profile/09901449338539554241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-61700798059990904612008-10-10T23:32:00.000-04:002008-10-10T23:32:00.000-04:00you should attach a sound file, so we can hear her...you should attach a sound file, so we can hear her wooing. just a few seconds, as not to give off the impression that you're not a musician or don't love music.<BR/><BR/>i caught richard marx and wilson phillips together at a high school wrestling camp in chattanooga during summer 1990, as they happened to be on the same campus we were. it wasn't that good. at least, i was too cool to think it was at the time.Michael from dadcation.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09961356620989366475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-85911876998292516202008-10-10T21:54:00.000-04:002008-10-10T21:54:00.000-04:00That's not cheating! Cheating would be posting ma...That's not cheating! Cheating would be posting material on the 'net that is a studio recording free to whomever chooses to not buy it in a store. This is a frequent topic on RundgrenRadio.com Even Todd says it's no biggie - he just doesn't think it should be SOLD. <BR/><BR/>Okay, I'll step down from my soapbox now.CruiserMelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15533458890767625373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-68374618077858609752008-10-10T21:38:00.000-04:002008-10-10T21:38:00.000-04:00You could have tried complementing her. "Boy, for...You could have tried complementing her. "Boy, for a fat girl, you don't sweat much."Hittmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02854153452171064331noreply@blogger.com