Remember Bubb Rubb? The "woowoo" guy? Yeah, the "WOOOO WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" guy? You'll appreciate this. I had forgotten one of the by far coolest things that happened at the John Mayer concert last weekend:
There's a few lines of "Come Back to Bed" that go like this, right after the solo:
You can be mad in the morning
Or the afternoon instead
But don't leave me
98 and six degrees of separation from ya baby
Come back to bed Instead, after a beastly seven-minute solo, he came back in and sang just the following: Baby, 'das only in da mornin. Yeah, it's some pretty amazing things you think up this late at night when you have access to your blog.
Or the afternoon instead
But don't leave me
98 and six degrees of separation from ya baby
Come back to bed Instead, after a beastly seven-minute solo, he came back in and sang just the following: Baby, 'das only in da mornin. Yeah, it's some pretty amazing things you think up this late at night when you have access to your blog.