I enjoy writing, recording and performing original music.
Music keeps me sane and sober. Anything else is a bonus.
I’m walking down a dirt road, deep in a forest. It’s late night, but the moon is shining brightly. I come upon an ancient upright piano in the middle of the road. There is a skeleton on the bench, hunched over the keys. He’s seen better days.
Conspicuous consumption would not be considered proper behavior.
Who put the Benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy’s Ovaltine?
I don’t like to play favorites.
Restless brain syndrome.
This is all you really need.
Like I’d rather be elsewhere.
Musicians tend to exist in their own realities. Government funding would be nice.
Pretty good mix of people-talented, not so talented, smart, stupid, generous, a few crybabies. A fair cross section of humanity.
Where are my groupies?
I never go out.
Everyone on Drooble.