DUETS FROM HELL!
It was another typical afternoon at CREEM's posh eddytorial digs in luverly downtown Birmingham. Einsturzende Neubauten tapes blare, almost drowning out Bill Ho'ship, who is alternately hollering "He'p!" and "Yoohoo!" out the window at pedestrians below.
DUETS FROM HELL!
ONE TIMES ONE EQUALS SOME PAIR!
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Rick Johnson
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It was another typical afternoon at CREEM's posh eddytorial digs in luverly downtown Birmingham. Einsturzende Neubauten tapes blare, almost drowning out Bill Ho'ship, who is alternately hollering "He'p!" and "Yoohoo!" out the window at pedestrians below. Dave DiMartino has his face buried in the glacial wasteland of his desk, softly whimpering a sad song, the lyrics to which sound something very much like, "... dru mm m.. supplement..." Eddytorial Assistant Ann Marie is up on her seat, screaming "NO MO' AD COPY! NO! I REFUSE! I WILL NOT WRITE THE WORDS 'WIN BIG' EVER AGAIN!"
MICHAEL JACKSON & DAVID LEE ROTH
At first glance, the pairing of MJ and DLR appears as unimaginably ridiculous as the two MJs. After all, Michael's so totally clean-o, he looks like somebody spilled oil on him and the petroleum-slurping-bacteria licked it off. David Lee, on the other hand, looks like a huge, wet cheese log that's been battered by the prop wash of passing barges.