Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They were all looking at me.
Not Drool. Drew.
From the moment I wake up Till deep in the night
Put my hands around it
She took the midnight train Going anywhere
Just whatever you do, don't tell him you're a singer.
- What about you? - Yeah, right.
Sorry. I didn't realize you owned the place.
You stay away from me.
I need you to manage your expectations...
Any way you want it
- Dennis. Thank you. - You're welcome.
Stacee!
And even as I wander
You have no idea what it's like to be me.
I don't understand why we can't sing.
God forbid anyone hears your actual voices.
Love is like a bomb, baby Come and get it on
Double the E, double the Z, double the flavor.
Hey.
Hey, put your hands together, Los Angeles, for the man who wrote this song...
Dalai Lama.
Lookin' for America
- You were fantastic tonight, man. - Thank you, man. Thank you.
- Why so jumpy? - Oh.
This is something Wayne, Ziff and I recorded last week.
Sweet baby Jesus.
"You're gonna fail anyway, so why not fail closer to home?"
We both made our separate ways
Sepitembala 11, 1987
Let's talk about love
Please stop.
Oh! Nice of you to show.
Uh, uh, uh....
Are you listening to me?
Anyway. Awesome doing business with you, ciao!
"The Bourbon Room"?
He gives until it hurts.
Yo, Lonny, how come you never take out the trash?
- In rehab. There are six. - Both of them?
With you
Sepitembala 5, 1989
Remember her?
And I ride
More than words
The breathing really helps.
Oh, yeah, of course.
"Stacee Jaxx will tell you he's a cowboy...
It's love.
Welcome to the famous Bourbon Room on the Sunset Strip:
Oh, my God.
Shush. I’m rolling here.
Built this city
Sugar me
Sepitembala 25, 1987
Marce 22, 2012
I try to be.
...for you...
Right.
...get old and bitter and run for mayor.
It's priceless.
This man, this man is responsible for so much filth.
Sure.
Mr. Whitmore. Call me.
And, yeah, this? This has gotta go. Heh. Whoo.
No, wait.
See you tomorrow, Mrs. Whitmore.
I better read between the lines
- Born Steven Jackson in Detroit, Michigan. - Are we out?
Swallow your tears, girl
Right away.
Are you ready, baby?
Any way you want it
What's wrong?
Always go their separate ways
To come into my life
'Cause I know what it means
Whoa.
Made my whole life change
That song I was writing.
Drew! Oi, Drew!
Paul! Ha-ha.
You got L-O-V Baby, I could be the E
On a steel horse I ride
I can't believe that just happened.
Bought a beat-up six string
Wanted
Break it up
Ladies and gentlemen...
People! We must obey petty bureaucracy.
I mean, seriously...
This was a mistake.
Are you okay?
Did you give my offer some thought?
I think this whole "Cleaning up the Strip" thing...
You better make sure You put me in my place
- Now, breathe! - Hey.
Sepitembala 7, 1989
Heh. I love it.
- To make me feel alive - To make me feel alive
But here I go again
I swear I’ll never, ever wait again