I’ve had a bad case of the booty-shakes for over a decade now. Over the past few years I had been on prescription medication for it, everything was going well. After going to a funk concert one night recently, I had a relapse. Things have been hard ever since. If I am in the vicinity of a beat, my booty starts to go. I can’t control it. Life has been difficult for me, but I am learning to live with it and just continuing to dance to the beat of my own drum.
Toronto
Articles:
Apr 10/08 — The Side Street Project: An Update To My ‘Best Of 2006′ Entry
Apr 1/08 — The Spanish Swede & His Colourful Bouncing Balls
Aug 12/07 — Titallating
Mar 6/07 — 2006 Was A Year-and-a-Half (Pt. IV)
Feb 27/07 — 2006 Was A Year-and-a-Half (Pt. III)
Feb 20/07 — 2006 Was A Year-and-a-Half (Pt. II)
Feb 14/07 — 2006 Was A Year-and-a-Half (Pt. I)
Jan 20/07 — Way Out In Left Field & Lovin’ It (Bottom Of The Ninth)
Nov 23/06 — Way Out In Left Field & Lovin’ It (Top Of The First)
Oct 20/06 — Listen To Me Goddammit!!! Listen To The Silversun Pickups!!!
Aug 2/06 — Read This Review Or Die . . .
Jul 4/06 — Catfish Ruffian Grove
