|MHenke on Jan 22, 2004 at 2:04:27 AM (# 1557)|
Cloned & tinted... =]
RobinAnn on Jan 22, 2004 at 6:43:09 AM (# 1558)
I want Pinky Stuff! oooooooo could someone get me to the order form to place an order?
I want two child size medium t-shirts - one with Pinky, and one of her friend ミニカレンダ *-* !
Will they ship to USA?
Let me guess - it's overpriced :( how much...
chipple on Jan 22, 2004 at 4:53:28 PM (# 1559)
ƒ~ƒjƒJƒŒƒ“ƒ_ = Mini calendar. :)
Their name is Pinky monkey and Fresh monkey. The T-shirts are all 2000yen (about $19USD).
The online forms are for Japan only, but you could email email@example.com and ask if they will ship abroad.
MHenke on Jan 23, 2004 at 1:05:02 AM (# 1560)
Are there some "Smiths" fans in the IT?
saintjude on Jan 23, 2004 at 7:50:55 AM (# 1561)
I saw them live in '85.
Not sure I was much of a fan. I was more into Prince Buster at the time.
MHenke on Jan 23, 2004 at 9:16:23 AM (# 1562)
I'm just looking for a fellow in misery.
Yesterday i've heard "How Soon Is Now?" (one of my favourite Smiths songs), as a cover version from "tATu" (or however it's spelled).
Harrowing. One of the appalling crimes in music history. Blasphemy...
I'm feeling still ill...
saintjude on Jan 23, 2004 at 10:37:55 AM (# 1563)
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I'd say I have to agree with you there. It's a favourite (Although the only one I ever bought was "What Difference..").
There is light at the end of the tunnel for you though.
When people of a certain age hear a tune like that being rather sadly pissed up the wall,
they are naturally saddened. Of course, brighter, younger things are at that moment unaware.
They just enjoy their tune.
When I can think of a few examples then perhaps I'll edit them in, but in most cases what happens
is that various sources (hip DJs; your next-door neighbours bohemian brother etc) start playing
the original. Within a year or so the original has gained a stronger, more permanent place
in the collective consciousness than it had before. The new version is often forgotten, or considered
a kitsch signifier of it's time. Unless, of course, it's really good.
[As a devotee of Northern Soul, R&B and Jazz since my early teens, the last ten years has been regular
heartbreak as I've heard tunes I used to travel 200 miles to dance to being badly covered, sampled, and
used in adverts involving square couples in cars. I go home, I cry and I want to die.]