It was rather brisk, even for the
fall, that remarkable eve I met Bobby
Burg. It was pitch dark and he sat
under a tree reading. I specifically
remember his crimson scarf thrown
carelessly over his broad shoulders,
pourposely revealing his stout neck.
I leaned over and kissed him on the
cheek, not because I wanted to, but
because I had to. He stabbed with a
knife and called me a "fucking
queer". I love you Bobby Burg.
Back in the 90s I tried to move to San Diego
but the house I was gonna move into burned
down cause some idiot left clothes on the
radiator. So I didn't really have anywhere to
go so I lived with my brother. Then he
moved to New York so I moved in with this
girl that threw up all off her food into
shopping bags and another with a cat that
pissed on my bed (that was in the corner of
the living room. They got evicted for some
reason so I moved into the back of a record
store. There I lived in a windowless back
room. Around that time I started an acoustic
band with Bobby Burg. Shortly after we
started the band and saw abunch of movies
in the suburbs Bobby moved me into his
beautiful home with his van. It was
awesome. There where these two amazing
dudes from Ohio that lived downstairs with
hundreds of horror movies. There was a
recording studio with ceilings draped in
sheets for an attic. A garaga. A giant yard a
fireplace and Bobby Burg, he's so clean.
The place always looked and smelled great.
We played board games and had bands
play on our sofa. We even set off fireworks
inside. It was a golden age. Then Bob
moved to New York. The house was still
nice, just not the same. Then I got to stay
with Bobby in NY and he let me use one of
his skateboards and go to roof top parties so
everything still ruled around Bobby. Then on
the 4th of July Bobby moved back to
Chicago and started playing in three of the
best bands on the planet. He gives me T-
shirts and takes me to Florida. Bobby takes
good care of me.
of course girls would email you, you are a
foxx....you should come take hotel naps and
order french fries with me, i miss you...
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i think it's creepy that everywhere i
go, bobby seems to have been there and
conquered the hearts of all the
townspeople. it should be six degrees
of bobby. kevin bacon ain't got shit
on this guy.
Bobby makes easy living seem infinitely more
easy than it must be. If he ever asks me to
play drums for him I will but I think I have to
wait in line behind some famous dudes.
Bummer.
favorite bobby pastimes...
1. watching the entire first season of
queer as folk in the back of a van
across country through many snowstorms.
2. when he told me to watch out for a
small patch of black ice on a nyc
sidewalk so that i wouldn't fall down.
3. playing piano on a beautiful song he
had written in a recording studio where
aaron neville was recording!
i wish he hadn't moved away!
Bobby Burg's music is good and he's a
righteous dude. He said he moved to
Chicago to work on music, but he's
probably spending all his time hanging
out with Abe Froman.
Testimonials and Comments for Bobby
fall, that remarkable eve I met Bobby
Burg. It was pitch dark and he sat
under a tree reading. I specifically
remember his crimson scarf thrown
carelessly over his broad shoulders,
pourposely revealing his stout neck.
I leaned over and kissed him on the
cheek, not because I wanted to, but
because I had to. He stabbed with a
knife and called me a "fucking
queer". I love you Bobby Burg.
but the house I was gonna move into burned
down cause some idiot left clothes on the
radiator. So I didn't really have anywhere to
go so I lived with my brother. Then he
moved to New York so I moved in with this
girl that threw up all off her food into
shopping bags and another with a cat that
pissed on my bed (that was in the corner of
the living room. They got evicted for some
reason so I moved into the back of a record
store. There I lived in a windowless back
room. Around that time I started an acoustic
band with Bobby Burg. Shortly after we
started the band and saw abunch of movies
in the suburbs Bobby moved me into his
beautiful home with his van. It was
awesome. There where these two amazing
dudes from Ohio that lived downstairs with
hundreds of horror movies. There was a
recording studio with ceilings draped in
sheets for an attic. A garaga. A giant yard a
fireplace and Bobby Burg, he's so clean.
The place always looked and smelled great.
We played board games and had bands
play on our sofa. We even set off fireworks
inside. It was a golden age. Then Bob
moved to New York. The house was still
nice, just not the same. Then I got to stay
with Bobby in NY and he let me use one of
his skateboards and go to roof top parties so
everything still ruled around Bobby. Then on
the 4th of July Bobby moved back to
Chicago and started playing in three of the
best bands on the planet. He gives me T-
shirts and takes me to Florida. Bobby takes
good care of me.
day....Somebody please bring me back my
Bobby.......................please.
foxx....you should come take hotel naps and
order french fries with me, i miss you...
go, bobby seems to have been there and
conquered the hearts of all the
townspeople. it should be six degrees
of bobby. kevin bacon ain't got shit
on this guy.
easy than it must be. If he ever asks me to
play drums for him I will but I think I have to
wait in line behind some famous dudes.
Bummer.
1. watching the entire first season of
queer as folk in the back of a van
across country through many snowstorms.
2. when he told me to watch out for a
small patch of black ice on a nyc
sidewalk so that i wouldn't fall down.
3. playing piano on a beautiful song he
had written in a recording studio where
aaron neville was recording!
i wish he hadn't moved away!
righteous dude. He said he moved to
Chicago to work on music, but he's
probably spending all his time hanging
out with Abe Froman.