Mudsharks and no brown M&Ms are still cool though, right?

 Puff the  Magic Dragon is the only one of those I have heard of.

List is full of "who cares" and "I already knew that".

<i>The scream heard at the beginning of the second verse was the cover model from the band's Honey album being stabbed to death in the studio. </i>

What, you mean that isn't true?? I AM SHOCKED.

Next thing you'll tell me that snuff films are an urban legend.

Christian Bale:

Next thing you'll tell me that snuff films are an urban legend.

Snuff films are an urban legend

Next thing you'll tell me that my html setting are fubar'ed.

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There we go. I guess.

busy chillin': Christian Bale:

Next thing you'll tell me that snuff films are an urban legend.

Snuff films are an urban legend

Thank you. In any case, they should have just titled this, "Six of the craziest Rock and Rock urban legends"

Rod Stewart had to pawn his Rolls Royce, because he had to pay for his gerbil had to have 10cc of man spunk pumped from it's stomach, the gerbil how sold Nancy Spungen quaaludes and then subsequently stabbed her.

Nothing about playing Black Sabbath at 78 speed and seeing God?

Intentional or no....It definitely sounds like "it's fun to smoke marajuana" when Another One Bites the Dust is played backwards. I've personally played it backwards on some piece of shiat kiddie record player back in the day.

busy chillin': Christian Bale:

Next thing you'll tell me that snuff films are an urban legend.

Snuff films are an urban legend


They're real.

Tom_Slick: Nothing about playing Black Sabbath at 78 speed and seeing God?

No man, that one's true!

I recently discovered that Paul is, in fact, not dead.

FTFA:
Leonard Lipton, a freshman at Cornell University in the spring of 1959, read a poem by Ogden Nash about a dragon at the campus library. Walking back to the dorms to meet his friend Peter Yarrow, he thought to himself that he could write a better poem about a dragon, and proceeded to weave a story of the end of childhood innocence via a magical character named Puff.

Yeah, but could you write a better song about a dragon at the campus library? That's the trick!

Yes but if you say the name Biggie Smalls three times in the mirror you can summon his spirit.

Cortez the Killer: Intentional or no....It definitely sounds like "it's fun to smoke marajuana" when Another One Bites the Dust is played backwards. I've personally played it backwards on some piece of shiat kiddie record player back in the day.

Weird Al's "Another one rides the bus" sounds even clearer when backwards

Fun fact: The Roberta Flack song "Killing Me Softly"  was about Don MacLean and "American Pie".

So Peter Criss really did kill Andy Gibb with his drumsticks?

Bell's Boy: Fun fact: The Roberta Flack song "Killing Me Softly"  was about Don MacLean and "American Pie".


Disputed originsNorman Gimbel came to   fame) and began writing songs to a number of Schifrin's films. Both Gimbel and Schifrin made a suggestion to write a Gimbel put the idea in his 'idea' book for use at a future time with a parenthesis around the word 'blues' and substituted the word 'song' instead.

<sup>According tohttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Pie_(album)" title="American Pie (album)" style="text-decoration: initial; color: rgb(11, 0, 128); background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Empty Chairs," written, composed, and recorded by   She then related this information to Gimbel, who took her feelings and put them into words. Then, Gimbel passed the words on to Fox, who set them to music.

Fox himself, however, has specifically repudiated Lieberman's having input into the song's creation, saying: "We [ie. Gimbel and Fox] wrote the song and [Lieberman] heard it and said it reminded her of how she felt at [a Don McLean] concert. Don McLean didn't inspire Norman [Gimbel] or I to write the song but even Don McLean thinks he's the inspiration for the song according to his official website!"</sup>

So Robert Johnson really did sell his soul to the Devil down at the crossroads?

Tom_Slick: Nothing about playing Black Sabbath at 78 speed and seeing God?

Well isn't that far out, rock solid and right on.

busy chillin': Christian Bale:

Next thing you'll tell me that snuff films are an urban legend.

Snuff films are an urban legend

Last I checked they were still showing them in high schools.
http://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2012/06/13/montreal_teacher_suspe nd ed_for_showing_students_magnotta_video.html

Clash City Farker: Yes but if you say the name Biggie Smalls three times in the mirror you can summon his spirit.

It kicks in the door, waving the four-four.

but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether.....

weirdneighbour: Puff the  Magic Dragon is the only one of those I have heard of.

Same here....no mention of Rod Stewart getting his stomach pumped?  Well, maybe that was true.

Also missing, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.   Yeah, Mr. Lennon.  It was just about a drawing your kid brought home from school.

And about Puff:

 Leonard Lipton, a freshman at Cornell University in the spring of 1959, read a poem by Ogden Nash about a dragon at the campus library.

Yeah sure - What would a dragon be doing in a campus library?  I'm gonna guess he was stoned.

Regarding Louie Louie, you can hear the drummer drop an f-bomb during the key change when he misses the beat.  Not sure how the FBI missed that.

"In June 1965, the FBI laboratory obtained a copy of the Kingsmen recording and, after two years of investigation, concluded that the recording could not be interpreted, that it was "unintelligible at any speed."

One of my favourite rock 'n' roll facts.

Abe Vigoda's Ghost: Lee's_Austin: I recently discovered that Paul is, in fact, not dead.

That's what they want you to believe.

*shakes tiny fist*

I still think the whole Jimi Hendrix "drowning in a pool of his own vomit" thing is suspect. Seriously, how could one man fill an entire pool up with vomit? And then go swimming in it??

Evil-Imposter: I still think the whole Jimi Hendrix "drowning in a pool of his own vomit" thing is suspect. Seriously, how could one man fill an entire pool up with vomit? And then go swimming in it??

Plus, nobody can tell for certain whose vomit it was. I mean, you can't dust for vomit.

GlobalStrategic MapleSyrup Reserve: Tom_Slick: Nothing about playing Black Sabbath at 78 speed and seeing God?

Well isn't that far out, rock solid and right on.

busy chillin': Christian Bale:

Next thing you'll tell me that snuff films are an urban legend.

Snuff films are an urban legend

Last I checked they were still showing them in high schools.
http://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2012/06/13/montreal_teacher_suspe nd ed_for_showing_students_magnotta_video.html

Holy shiat. That teacher not only needs to be fired, but he should probably be put in jail for child abuse. He let kids watch a man murder another man, feed his body to a dog, and rape the corpse.

Well, someone went to the trouble of typing this all out on the computer, so it must, in fact, be the real story.

I remember hearing a story about a performance by Blue Cheer that was so excruciatingly loud, a stray dog that happened to walk in front of one of their speakers promptly exploded.

/heard it from a friend of a distant cousin

RoyFokker'sGhost:

Diamond Dave explains the whole brown M&M thing:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IxqdAgNJck

True. But unfortunately he is lying. That story is total bullshiat.

I wrote 'You're So Vain'.

From a thread last August, not sure who posted it.  Still makes me laugh:

I'm familiar with all of Phil's work, though I wish I wasn't. He lived up the street from me when he was a young man. I was twenty-five, working at a cannery, wandering aimlessly, drinking pint after pint every night to put myself to sleep. Well, I'm not proud to say this, but one drunken night, a young Phil Collins seduced me in the shed behind his parent's house. When it was over, I ran down to the sea and sat in the cold water for hours, trying to wash the fingerprints from the scene of the crime, my asshole. Every time I'd see him riding his bike after that, he'd spread his index and middle fingers and then flick his tongue at the crux where they met. I wasn't sure what it meant but it was horrifying.

Then the guy has the tenacity to write "In the Air Tonight." Listening to the lyrics just about drove me mad because he'd put himself in the place of victim and me in the place of predator. I bought tickets to one of his live shows, front row, with the sole purpose of confronting him. I was carjacked on the way to the arena, so I arrived late. When Phil looked down into the crowd and saw me, he gave a wry smile and then launched into that horrific, tormenting rock ballad. HOLD ON. Christ, I can still hear him shouting that at me as he plowed me from behind and I strained to keep hold of the lawnmower's handle. I couldn't take it anymore and had a breakdown.

Phil ordered his security thugs to forcibly remove me. They beat me near half dead before tossing me unconscious in the parking lot. When I came to, I learned that he'd cooked up this story about spotting his molester in the crowd and having him arrested. More good publicity for Phil; pain and anguish for me.

I would kill that bastard if I could.

garygnu: From a thread last August, not sure who posted it.  Still makes me laugh:

I'm familiar with all of Phil's work, though I wish I wasn't. He lived up the street from me when he was a young man. I was twenty-five, working at a cannery, wandering aimlessly, drinking pint after pint every night to put myself to sleep. Well, I'm not proud to say this, but one drunken night, a young Phil Collins seduced me in the shed behind his parent's house. When it was over, I ran down to the sea and sat in the cold water for hours, trying to wash the fingerprints from the scene of the crime, my asshole. Every time I'd see him riding his bike after that, he'd spread his index and middle fingers and then flick his tongue at the crux where they met. I wasn't sure what it meant but it was horrifying.

Then the guy has the tenacity to write "In the Air Tonight." Listening to the lyrics just about drove me mad because he'd put himself in the place of victim and me in the place of predator. I bought tickets to one of his live shows, front row, with the sole purpose of confronting him. I was carjacked on the way to the arena, so I arrived late. When Phil looked down into the crowd and saw me, he gave a wry smile and then launched into that horrific, tormenting rock ballad. HOLD ON. Christ, I can still hear him shouting that at me as he plowed me from behind and I strained to keep hold of the lawnmower's handle. I couldn't take it anymore and had a breakdown.

Phil ordered his security thugs to forcibly remove me. They beat me near half dead before tossing me unconscious in the parking lot. When I came to, I learned that he'd cooked up this story about spotting his molester in the crowd and having him arrested. More good publicity for Phil; pain and anguish for me.

I would kill that bastard if I could.

LOL!

Mike Chewbacca: GlobalStrategic MapleSyrup Reserve: Tom_Slick: Nothing about playing Black Sabbath at 78 speed and seeing God?

Well isn't that far out, rock solid and right on.

busy chillin': Christian Bale:

Next thing you'll tell me that snuff films are an urban legend.

Snuff films are an urban legend

Last I checked they were still showing them in high schools.
http://www.thestar.com/news/canada/2012/06/13/montreal_teacher_suspe nd ed_for_showing_students_magnotta_video.html

Holy shiat. That teacher not only needs to be fired, but he should probably be put in jail for child abuse. He let kids watch a man murder another man, feed his body to a dog, and rape the corpse.

I believe part of his defense was that the children were going to see it anyway. Let me hitch up the onion on my belt and say I'm pretty sure teachers were either a little brighter or just better at covering things up in my day. None of this snuff film screening, child connoodling, nudes finding business ever seemed to be in the paper or on the news.

chuggernaught: Regarding Louie Louie, you can hear the drummer drop an f-bomb during the key change when he misses the beat.  Not sure how the FBI missed that.

What key change? The whole song is A - D - Em - D throughout. The only obvious farkup is when the lead singer comes in 2 bars early on the third verse, catches himself, and starts over.