Party on! But if I was Wayne and Garth, I would beg to roar back into the studio. Skedaddles is my cat who rocks with me in the basement of doom.
Man, it made me delete its fucking Instagram account.
Big cats are undeniably adorable, blending fierce strength with softness. Their massive paws, expressive eyes, and playful mannerisms make them fun to watch. Even in wild majesty, there’s a kitten-like charm shining through.
Skedaddles used to follow my Monkee business until it lost interest in Fernando’s Hideaway, and started reading cool Dana Carvey quotes, returned to the real world in the Brewington community, and treated other cats with the utmost kindness. Now the cat wants to change its name to Catherine. I was nothing but a hologram in Wayne’s World.
I’m drumming and dreaming of community radio. It’s a savage world. I had to stick to my diet.
I can sing and drum, and all that jazz, but soul music and streaming bring you that good old sound. Most people will always enjoy live concerts. Fewer people are interested in radio. Music serves as a means of communication when it’s not isolating and dividing us on social media. Party on. Rock on. The soul is the truth of who we are. In this world of music and jerks, what are the old requested music genres on the radio? It makes no difference unless you’re a spider. And even spiders won’t care about your music playlists. I’m a mild-mannered reporter saying, “It’s raining cats and dogs, and spiders.”
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