But what the hell happened?
E 'afternoon and I hope it is already evening, surf the net in search of something, I type debaser this page and I'm white, whiter than usual, with the abbreviation of his nickname and a note: " trellheim no longer "in bold.
imperfect few words to remember who he was.
many comments, names of the period in which the applicants attended the site compulsively, vic that smile, perhaps for the first time in his life, just put a thought without desecrating the extremist at all costs, the punisher burying the usual hatchet, the various cool oras , lewis Tollan, antimo . And so on. People whose posts and read reviews, but I've never seen.
Trell, however, was not only a passionate pen, but a face, a voice, a handful of concerts. The Evens
. Time ago. The first time I saw her. In the very first row in front of a notebook with MacKaye. The Gutter Twins
and his dreamy eyes at the gentleman Dulli and his backing vocals on every song. The Violent Femmes
and this exchange of messages pre concert
- duff ( first stage in the pit ): "Trell When we meet arrivals pingami "
- Trell ( finally arrived at the concert started, far away, in the middle of the crowd , unavailable):" Ping ".
Then nothing. And now this. But what the hell happened?