The freshness (NEVER the staleness).
Art in ALL forms.
The pushers of boundaries and envelopes.
The Grizz: These four fine Brooklyn gentlemen OWN MY EARS AND SOUL currently.
Sounds Like
Sounds clashing in an unconventionally glorious fashion.
A Girl Talk MURDERER.
That head-nod shit that make you BREAK YO' NECK.
I was searching for and immediately found solace while vacationing at the SOUTHERN POINT of VECKATIMEST. It was a haven that had been calling me for quite some time now. I planned to stay for TWO WEEKS, saving up all the days, and distancing myself from my routine malaise. The inhabitants of the tiny island were very accommodating, and they said to me: "ALL WE ASK is that you relax and take in all of the majestic scenery nature has to offer you here. In this old house, you're not alone. You're FINE FOR NOW. There is time...so much time." I then met a CHEERLEADER named DORY. She told me I should have been myself and I should have made it matter. She was wildly coherent and on an even keel already. I was READY, ABLE to know every fiber of her being. I decided to take a stab at this and make a decision with a kiss. She turned ABOUT FACE and vanished without a trace....which makes me wonder. I heard a soothing voice whisper: "HOLD STILL. The story goes unfair, as if we were never there...at all. I'll stay with you WHILE YOU WAIT FOR THE OTHERS to make it all worthwhile." I decided that all his useless pretensions were weighing on my time, so I started to wander off. He begged for forgiveness and waited out the evening, only to bleed me dry. While he waited on the answers that I pretended to find, keeping up with emotions still occupied our time. He hoped for some substance, and always asked me why. I asked him kindly to make his way...and what was left? He said: "I LIVE WITH YOU always, in your heart, mind, and spirit. Everyone else has been gone too long...so please don't make me beg. You brought us this far, so we'll do what we can. This is and will forever be our FOREGROUND...a cross-country mass.
gettin back to the swing of them thangs, still movin the last boxes from storage, but i found some old instrumentals from 01' check danew mash. be at you soon!
