montdragon

montdragon

San Diego, United States

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  • Joined: February 2008

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dear addy

“…and all I had to do…was…love her too…” Kid Creole and The Coconuts so last century and still very haunting…Dear Addy much adieu… / [Video]
Posted 2 months – 7 comments

O mio Babbino care...

I love music, with or without lyrics and, I love rock-n-roll last century mostly…and Spanish guitar, yeah it is more than just guitar music…anyway this always gets me and lifts me out of depression,“O mio Babbino caro”…Puccini was a god…I was thinking the other day Luciano Pavarotti left the planet on September 6, 2007 and he was definitely a god…and Pucc…
Posted 8 months – 3 comments

Americana in progress

…hands up…don’t shoot!!!…
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when it was new...

Man old time vintage rock-n-rollers rocking to Richie Valens…when it was brand new…look at them dance like nobody is watching just having fun…Come on Lets Go…Richie Valens died too young and only the good die young…he is rocking forever… / [Video]
Posted 9 months – Leave a comment

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