Born of woodland creatures, Jackson burrowed his way through science only to find himself, years later, at a truckstop. The animals there knew Jackson was destined for something, but Jackson himself knew better.
Today we find him humming to himself, perpetually out of servicable ideas. But somewhere along the way, music happened. And it will happen again. --
hey there - now that we have our mutual fan club initiated - hope things are going well life music and beyond. Did you check my band website? www.cosmicelvisentities.com sign the guestbook and all and enjoy the tunes. I do love your tuneage and wish you much success.
