Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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