music is my dig to your dug, the whamalamadingdong.. all tied up in rainbows and nailed with a unicorn horn to my refrigerator door
the lay down delicious groovy fuzz whilst young women in body paint dance the danse
i would change the clocks, time is meaningless unless we are talking about good bordeaux.
boppa oo mow mow
salvation army band, air force band, band-aid, and dani BANDolier
the fuzzalicious love that runs between us all
be the fuzz, become one with the fuzz.
i feel the universe coursing thru my combat boots . i feel like new jersey after a hard rain. i feel fine
reality? i am the fuzz. theres the way it ought to be and the way fuzz is.
good idea and one which needs to be developed further. would be nice to see a further intersection of the arts.
lack of low mid-range
i pass out the quid man
alot of fuzz pedals. guitars tuned to different sub-sonic frequencies. lots and lots of girlfriends.
dani bandolier