Does this qualify as a...
bizarre GARDENING ACCIDENT????
Not that it matters to me, since I did not enter the lottery to win the opportunity to pay $250 per ticket as well as spend the $900 in plane tickets to England. It's just that....LED ZEPPELIN REUNION. Like, I can barely think about it without my head exploding. I can't imagine what the owners of those precious tickets are thinking.
Meanwhile the Living Legend himself is keeping up good cheer and talking to reporters and showing up to collect big rock god awards.
And...he's let his hair go silver. Yay Jimmy! Way to keep it real!!!
I think it would be very hard to play an A minor chord with a busted pinkie. Hang on, let me go get the guitar...
Yep, A minor and G. You simply cannot play any Led Zeppelin if you don't have A minor and G!!!
Mind you if I'd knock the dust off that old guitar and tune it (beg someone with a sense of pitch to help me tune it) then maybe my A minor and G chords would actually sound like themselves. In any case, I won't be standing in for Jimmy Page any time soon, even if I dreamed last night that Robert Plant came over for dinner and I spent an hour wiping the top of the table and babbling incoherently.
That's all I got today, folks. Mac White is going to work today, the kids have the day off school, and it's the sky is full of ominous dripping cold grey clouds. Also, I have just discovered that you should not let your Pug get guitar picks in his mouth. Have a good day...
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For a couple of minutes I thought that YOU busted your finger. I am slow. I feel like I have a hangover, only I haven't had any alcohol in ages and ages...
The silver looks great... again, always a hair thing...
I thought YOU had broke your finger, too! lol
I am glad I didn't pay for a ticket... Did they cancel - or postpone?
Robert Plant for dinner? That puts a million thoughts into my head... ;P
haha! No my fingers are all intact. No excuse to stay home from grocery shopping.
I think they postponed it. It doesn't matter to me since I won't be there!
It's just...the gardening accident thing...y'know?
"The yard is nothing but a fence the sun just hurts my eyes. Somewhere it must be time for penitence. Gardening at night is never where.
Gardening at night. Gardening at night. Gardening at night. "
Wrong band?
I broke my pointer finger in a bizarre skiing accident in Banff a million years ago. My only sports injury.
Sorry about breaking you pinky. It could have been worse, though. You could have broken you index finger and you wouldn’t have been able to pick your nose. Yes YOU DO! Stop it, you do, too.
I bet he was all "Can I has picks? gimme dems Nom Nom Nom"
That's how animals talk. I saw it on a website.
I can speak much on this question.
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