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| Name: harley flangan | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Location: texas |
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| Name: + | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Location: Ca./Ky. |
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I can't belive that PoshBoy's even still
around. I grew up on(And still
revere)the bands this label put out.
Shit, thee first punk rock anything that
I ever bought was Posh Hits vol 1. !!!
I fu*ck'n love you guys..!
| Name: talek glover | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Location: england |
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please can you e-mail me if there is a way for me to get hold of the following recording:
PBS 1034: CHRISTIANE F. - Gesundheit! (EP)(IP)
thanks
talek glover
| Name: Nathan "Nips" Lawson | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Location: La Quinta, CA |
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Hey this label and everyone that works with it rocks, most of my fave bands are on it and you guys rule, i know Stephanie too and shes really nice a and rad to, thanks =)
From a Big fan
- Nathan
| Name: rzzzz | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Location: wildomar.ca |
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pleaseeeeee put "The Siren" on cd,,,i NEED it,,,,,,
| Name: Robert |
| MY URL: Visit Me |
| Location: California |
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Where are the F-word recordings? All I have by them is a live record from god knows when, I would love to hear what they sounded like in a studio.
| Name: Maria Montoya Kaye |
| MY URL: Visit Me |
| Location: The Valley |
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Robbie, you will never
grow old my darling. You shall always remain young in my mind. My images are
striking. You gallantly walking into Denny's wearing a tweed jacket, a
buttoned down shirt, the warmest of smiles, and a folded copy of the latest
LA Weekly tucked under your arm. You were always brimming with news as you'd
take your seat at the booth with us. I would have lunch, You and Rodney
would have breakfast. He always ordered the No. 2 with grits; you'd order
the grand slam. The conversations would range from the absurd to the
sublime. How the Butt Hole Surfers were aptly living up to their name and
that the writers for the LA Weekly were not only assholes but fuckers as
well, the whole lot of them. It's never apparent what a young girl at a
restaurant booth could be thinking while she quietly eats her chef salad.
She could be conspiring against the world, daydreaming, or as this
thoughtful girl had decided to do...she just remembered.
The past few months have continued to be productive as well as creative for
me. I still love writing and drawing very much. Occasional singing gigs are
also thrown into the works. I'll be singing on stage once again with the
guys of CH3 at the Malibu Inn on the 28th of this month and hopefully at the
Galaxy in early April. Fans and children seem to enjoy watching me up on
stage and never fail to tell me afterwards when I'm back in the crowd. My
life is filled with much happiness and abundance. Being a good wife and
mother agrees with me.
I'll share one last image that actually prompted me to write to you in the
first place. Today, traffic was at a complete stand still this morning. It
took me two hours to get to work. The 101 Freeway was shut down in both
directions. Apparently a drunk driver hit and caused a gasoline tanker truck
to overturn, spilling gas every where. Fortunately no explosion but the wait
was quite lengthy to say the least. Not to mention the frazzled nerves. I
decided to pass the time a bit more pleasantly, so I popped in The Best Of
Rodney on Roq CD. The music really holds up well after all these years
Robbie and apparently other people around me in their vehicles thought so
too. I was asked to turn up the volume so everyone could enjoy. By the time
Gleaming Spires came on, a group of us had our windows as well as sunroofs
wide open and sang as loud as we possibly could.
Be well Robbie.
Much love,
Maria