You dead-ass, prancey, leotard, disco, Labyrinth-hair-ass, botox-mummy-looking-ass Limey! You thought you could outlast Lemmy, motherfucker? Wrong answer!
clapton, you’re next on the list. don’t sleep.
don’t stand next to high windows neither.
George Micheal is a fuckin’ roach. that fool will outlast us all.
Phil Collins gets a pass for his work in Brand X, best fusion outfit of all time. I’m a fan of Genesis too, but Phil’s drumwork in that group was negligible – anyone could have done that shit. But still, fucking Brand X. So while I won’t be SAD if he relapses and dies, I’m not rooting for it.
Plus, U2 and Bruce Springsteen’s tour jets will collide in midair next year. I’m not going to say how I know this, but the ‘material’ has been aquired, the ‘moles’ are all in place: that shit is going down like a Malaysian Airlines jet. All that will remain will be some godawful tribute playlists and someone’s kidney, not sure whose but it will definitely poison several acres of farmland wherever it will hit.
Final image: Andy Gibb, in hell, stomping ‘new fish’ Bowie’s ass, forever. “Wash my drawers, you poser! Wash my infernal flaming drawers, Maytag!”
Honestly I never could tell those two apart.