Beau McDermott


*grabs you by the collar like a cantakerous drunk with a hearing problem* “Listen here, Bub!” *your heart slams frantically against the inside of your chest to escape, but to no avail, it is trapped while you’re pulled to my nose* *a voice uncoils toward you like a fresh toothpaste sandwich* “I'm..... a SONGWRITER.” *you are skeptical* *something funky crawls out of my amp*






What is music to you? What does it give you?

Music is a spell. Suddenly you start to feel different things. And think new thoughts. Suddenly, you are a different you than you were a moment ago. You might even be dancing for some reason.