| Influences | i herded a flock of 18 sheep in oregon once so i know i'll never be eaten by a snowman. this is informative. but really, it was probably being chased down a hill by an enthusiastic, stomp-happy and horned cow who was unphased by a charred bough raised high into the smokey haze of a sliding hillside bonFIRE. during this it's best friend the alpha goat kept making gangster faces at me from behind the cow's intimidating rumpus. man. in other words, being alive influences me. and so do my fellow musicalicull compatriots; need to meet more
grody folks who think i don't have their number but they just don't realize it's just that i had to translate it into a mathmusical note. and it is often a half step off. middle C is somewhat relative for me. take it or tune it. or quit tossing your jaundiced half-interest to me like a hot potato. i don't mean to sound like a jerko; can you relate to the monkey's tuber? |
| Sounds Like | old stuff and new stuff---like most closets of some hazard and some interest. or the doo-wops of spazard. really i sound a lot like i'm giving birth to parasites that die upon hitting the air. i think they're invisible, but some folks have probably seen 'em. sorry if it scared you in that help, mommy way. if you found it fascinating, well, i tend to purge when the moment comes about, so i'll play your day. that's the day i'll play. oh yeah, i got grilled by cops yesterday for looking at rocks in a long driveway leading up to a debonaire house. the owners said it was cool, but a member of the neighbor watch but more like the founder and hopefully sole member of the for real and scary paranoid tyraneighborsaurus "what the heck" club retorted to the assenting neighbor with sharp, automatic capability, "No, it's weird!", and proceeded to call the cops for being on land i had explicit permission to be on. since when did neighbors dictate such things.? and since when could cops, without saying shit to you, sudenly grab your bag nearby and literally dump its contents on the ground.! i said, "You do not have permission to do that," and the ole chump got stumped. he stoped like dropping a favored lego block. pooh. i tell you. the whole occurance was disturbing, especially how everyone seemed to let it go so easily like she was endowed with magical powers, like total immunity from official scrutiny, as if she was holder of the cream money. anyway, i pass it on because i want other people to know about it incase something similar comes their way. you CAN say no to the rape of police search. often they have no legal jurisdiction anyway. and it can work to say no sometimes. there. need imput on how to teach her not to bark when she's outside her fort/fence. so my music sounds like people have fucked with me but whose doesn't sometimes. and yes, people en masse (small) have told me they like to put one of my albums on to sleep. that makes me feel good! cause they mean it in that soothing way, not the get it over with way. but hey, it's really up to them. still makes me feel good though, when folks dig it. that sentiment's as common as toilet paper in a well kempt house! |
