New live album coming...

[walterfredo]

This is getting pretty stupid. What will be released first, MMJ live album or Trump's tax returns?

[rkwedge]

This is getting pretty stupid. What will be released first, MMJ live album or Trump's tax returns?

Now that's funny 

[Lonndown27]

This is getting pretty stupid. What will be released first, MMJ live album or Trump's tax returns?

This is getting pretty stupid. What will be released first, MMJ live album or Trump's tax returns?

Now that's funny 

AAHAHHAHAHAH i know MMJ boyz this is getting fucking crazy!! release this already!

hey i have an idea: over the next few days, if you have a moment, when you have a moment, send the band a twitter message and say Where the fuck is the live album / DVD guys??? WHERE???? I think we ALL need ths....if we can make it happen faster by bugging the christ outta them, let's do it!!!!!

BUGCHRIST

Jim James becomes a vortex and flies into my living room, now, in white dancing shoes, spinning around and saying "we are a part of the rhythm nation" and his eyes are spinning circles of jellyfish art....he wields a scepter, white with a black and tan marble top. He grins a fancy grin, holding out the cover to OKONOKOS II. It's got a psychedelic band photo, ala Okonokos, but to the next level. I can see some of the tracklisting from here , but Jim isn't giving anything away. He spins again, his back now to me. I carefully lift myself out of the chair and the frozen / stoned way I deal with Jim James appearing in my personal life, then creep up to Jim, silently, tip toeing, in case I can get a sneak peak of OKONOKOS II.

I can only study the back head of Jim and his labrynthian pomp of barracuda hair, his long beard seen slighlty from the side. I go to put my arm around the dood and offer the Willy Wonka of Rock and Roll a shot or a joint.

That is when he turns around, eyes turned yellow and animalistic...crazy eyes...his beard and long hair now given way to a woven brown mane all over his face and hands: THE JIMWOLF. I shriek, running for the door, but the door is so locked by time and all authority that the more I shake at it, the more the door knob elongates, like Pinnochio's nose right before me...I can feel Jim doing the slinky dance he does during Cobra as he growls and comes up from behind me and rips my face into two, blood flying from all orifices and plateaus of bodily collapse.

Jim James owns my soul.

[rkwedge]

This is getting pretty stupid. What will be released first, MMJ live album or Trump's tax returns?

This is getting pretty stupid. What will be released first, MMJ live album or Trump's tax returns?

Now that's funny 

AAHAHHAHAHAH i know MMJ boyz this is getting fucking crazy!! release this already!

hey i have an idea: over the next few days, if you have a moment, when you have a moment, send the band a twitter message and say Where the fuck is the live album / DVD guys??? WHERE???? I think we ALL need ths....if we can make it happen faster by bugging the christ outta them, let's do it!!!!!

BUGCHRIST

Jim James becomes a vortex and flies into my living room, now, in white dancing shoes, spinning around and saying "we are a part of the rhythm nation" and his eyes are spinning circles of jellyfish art....he wields a scepter, white with a black and tan marble top. He grins a fancy grin, holding out the cover to OKONOKOS II. It's got a psychedelic band photo, ala Okonokos, but to the next level. I can see some of the tracklisting from here , but Jim isn't giving anything away. He spins again, his back now to me. I carefully lift myself out of the chair and the frozen / stoned way I deal with Jim James appearing in my personal life, then creep up to Jim, silently, tip toeing, in case I can get a sneak peak of OKONOKOS II.

I can only study the back head of Jim and his labrynthian pomp of barracuda hair, his long beard seen slighlty from the side. I go to put my arm around the dood and offer the Willy Wonka of Rock and Roll a shot or a joint.

That is when he turns around, eyes turned yellow and animalistic...crazy eyes...his beard and long hair now given way to a woven brown mane all over his face and hands: THE JIMWOLF. I shriek, running for the door, but the door is so locked by time and all authority that the more I shake at it, the more the door knob elongates, like Pinnochio's nose right before me...I can feel Jim doing the slinky dance he does during Cobra as he growls and comes up from behind me and rips my face into two, blood flying from all orifices and plateaus of bodily collapse.

Jim James owns my soul.

I'll have what Lonndown27's having