Separate from his main gig with The Love Songs, Craigums (and sometimes his friends) recreate songs that have no business being recreated.
You don't know where it's going / You don't know where it's coming from, where it's been.
The clothes are in the dryer and the writing's on the wall.
Hoping to avoid my own plastic surgery disaster.
Would we be greater than the sum of our parts, or would I hate her for some of her farts?
"You'll dance to anything." - Dead Milkmen
Thou shalt not mock rock.
Alan, Joe, and Annie... should I call it a Superpoop? Or maybe a Poopergroup?
A gentle entry into the mild annals of the soft rock canon.
(aka Song for mom)
My dad passed away this week and, spoiler alert, it hella sucks.
"It was a great place to grow up in and move out of." - one of the Wright brothers, paraphrased.