So when I posted my most recent album reviews, I knew it wouldn't be long before the big wide world started to sit up and take notice. No sooner had my thoughts on the Lucinda Williams album landed with a resounding fishy slap on the scaling and disembowelling slab of the internet than some unshaven hungover inky-fingered hack at Independent Towers was dispatched across London to pen some hastily-composed scribblings on her concert at the cringeworthily named indigO2 on Monday night And he thought it was pretty good. And well he might. Never cross the Halibut.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
once again I win the internet
Where Electric Halibut leads, others follow.
So when I posted my most recent album reviews, I knew it wouldn't be long before the big wide world started to sit up and take notice. No sooner had my thoughts on the Lucinda Williams album landed with a resounding fishy slap on the scaling and disembowelling slab of the internet than some unshaven hungover inky-fingered hack at Independent Towers was dispatched across London to pen some hastily-composed scribblings on her concert at the cringeworthily named indigO2 on Monday night And he thought it was pretty good. And well he might. Never cross the Halibut.
So when I posted my most recent album reviews, I knew it wouldn't be long before the big wide world started to sit up and take notice. No sooner had my thoughts on the Lucinda Williams album landed with a resounding fishy slap on the scaling and disembowelling slab of the internet than some unshaven hungover inky-fingered hack at Independent Towers was dispatched across London to pen some hastily-composed scribblings on her concert at the cringeworthily named indigO2 on Monday night And he thought it was pretty good. And well he might. Never cross the Halibut.
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