I don't want to know about my biggest idols. I don't want to read their autobiographies, I don't want to find out what they're really like.
Apparently, there's a little red demon dwarf that haunts the city, and before every major bad thing that's happened, it's appeared to somebody. Last time, he appeared in a Cadillac.
I've never been much into picking things apart.
The only things that are a little bit newer are the CD burners, but we hid them under the table, so basically we had the feeling we were somewhere completely different, in another time.
That's what my Dad always told me, on the ballot, they should always have a third choice, like none of the above, then if enough people picked that, they'd have to get new candidates.
It's hard to get that real good feeling about festivals sometimes.