what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

I live simply so that others can simply stay out of my face

nothing says--February in Seattle--like Mudhoney turned up to 11

nice day for a bike ride

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I saw Mudhoney for the first time a couple of years ago with Weaver at Hell's Kitchen. We had just completed a diligent safety meeting and were ready to hear it. Apparantly it was also the bassist's 40th birthday, so we were all extra loud and rowdy. There were a couple of chicks by us in the back. Told Weaver I'd be his wingman. That was right before he bailed out. Maybe he saw something I didn't, I was pretty drunk. Personally, I think he could have taken both of those bogies. Oh well, all for the best I guess.

I saw Mudhoney today. And yesterday. And tomorrow.

the grass is so much greener over here Sam. It is so green and soaked in gravy and there are plates of fluffy biscuits all around if you want so sop up some of that gravy, that rich sausage gravy.

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