Oh, horror upon horror! the ice opens suddenly…and we are whirling dizzily, in immense concentric circles, round and round the borders of a gigantic amphitheatre, the summit of whose walls is lost in the darkness…But little time will be left me to ponder upon my destiny…we are plunging madly within the grasp of the whirlpool and amid a roaring, and bellowing, and shrieking of ocean and of tempest, the ship is quivering, oh God! and going down.
Whaat??? Yo, on this day in history, nobody in this house was going down! Edgar Allen Poe found this note in a bottle, and coincidentally was born on January 19th, along with the best-dressed man in rock n’ roll history, Robert Palmer (who I never noticed, bears an uncanny resemblance to Arthur Mullen III).
What would we do without you? Happy Birthday man!
And for all of YOU…I summon you to embrace the nuclear era, and join Arthur in his nuclear bunker.
