On the other hand, I never really liked 311.
The Twins begin their march to whatever the hell is at the end of this season today.
Uh, you know, assuming we even make it to the end.
I have mixed feelings, to say the least, about this music at this point in my life, but Bennington could actually sing.
I love a good flying V. The only thing: you can't really play them sitting down.
A few naughty words sprinkled in for flavor. And some Technotronic too, apparently.