tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200358281469024264.post8404578371090703562..comments2023-08-13T05:57:34.588-04:00Comments on She Likes It Loud: Made of Stone RosesShe Likes It Loudhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06538565633395172329noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200358281469024264.post-34886444015432613472009-05-02T12:41:00.000-04:002009-05-02T12:41:00.000-04:00Ugh, so embarassed to be American when I hear shit...Ugh, so embarassed to be American when I hear shit like that. Firstly, because they mostly don't have a fucking clue on music, and secondly their obnoxious obsession with fame and the famed. <br /><br />I thought Brown was sober when I met him, but he apparently was supposed to meet his girlfriend on that corner and maybe forgot? She came up behind me while he was chatting with me and started screaming at him. <br /><br />I'd rather have met Squire. I want to be in a band with Squire, still. <br /><br />Their efforts outside the Roses SUCKED but I'd whip that man into shape again. He'd probably hate me.She Likes It Loudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06538565633395172329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6200358281469024264.post-12778066694967012182009-05-02T09:25:00.000-04:002009-05-02T09:25:00.000-04:00I saw Ian Brown in a fast-food retaurant in Dublin...I saw Ian Brown in a fast-food retaurant in Dublin late one Thursday night. He was, to put it mildly, off his fucking tits. I was with an American friend who didn't know who he was, but once i told her he was famous she kept taking pictures of him. Unsurprisingly. he didn't like this very much, but was too drunk to manage to say anything.Andrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06170574944537866579noreply@blogger.com