....once upon a time...there was a guy like me who wrote a story that began...once upon a time there was a guy like me who wrote a story that began.....once upon a time......(etc...etc....).......
....the organization of waveforms and atmospheric density to balance noise and silence.....with a backbeat....... ....it gives me sustenance to continue doing the above....
....."i can't tell you but i know it's mine"........
.......less talk...more playing....less interviews....more singing.....(the rest will fall neatly into place.....)
.......Little Baby Bunting sung by my Mom and Lucille by The Right Reverend (Little) Richard Penniman......
.....the ones i haven't heard yet that turn my head......
......a strange compulsion to get a particular sound out of my head before i go insane and do some damage no one will walk away from.....
.....you can do this......and....whatever doesn't kill you just makes you ....stranger......
......like there's a bunch of people i don't know in my living room or some dank cavern and i can't see a fucking thing and i can't hear anybody and sweat stings my eyes and the beer tastes like warm piss and i just have to feel that beat.....i just have to keep playing and get to the end on time....there's just nothing like it......better than Heroin.....almost Sex...."find what you love and let it kill you"....(Bukowski)......
......musicians make their own reality......they should make less reality and more music.....
.....i like it......i may come to like it a lot...but anything beyond that is simply out of the question....!!!....i reserve my love for sentient beings...thankyouverymuch.....!!!.....but yeh...as a website......it's cool.......
.......you know when you want a pastrami sandwich...you even dreamt about it...?....you can just taste it.....you think about it all day....people say things like..."hi, how ya doin'?"...or "Hey! Your car's on fire!"....but you don't even hear them.....just the song of the perfect pastrami sandwich......and you can't get to the 2nd Ave. Deli...so you go to a diner - midtown - and some slob slathers it with mayonnaise....lettuce...tomato......!!!!......sheeesh!....that....and getting my hand slammed in a car door.....that shit hurts......
......if i knew of a local scene that would have me....i probably wouldn't support it........
.......persistence...persistence....persistence.....!!!.....and the ability to repeat words three times emphatically is key.....also.....a cigar box full of tens and some solid Bratva connections can really make the difference that can put you over the top so that you will become unrecognizable even to yourself,,,,, best of luck......!!!
......i'm sorry....at the moment i can only think of artists i've never heard of...and well...that won't be much help.....can we come back to this later...???