Music has been these dreams, these thoughts, these subconscious wants. Music is intangible and fleeting. Music is obscure and quite meaning. Music is the one that stirs the pot and brings to boil most every thought. To hold a king the choice to bear, would music not win, true and fair? Oiling paint and fast drying clay is what fights my ply to Music’s day. With a fresh point of view, while I conceive of few, you promise art and I know you’re true. This is fresh, this is new, this is art and we all knew. Your sound, vitality and projected themes are to be lived with… for to not focus, is to miss your talent and artistic soul. You are art. Your track record speaks for you alone. With thoughts to ease a weighted heart, with single gifts of talent start to cause a spirit lift that lasts long after your stir takes throne. End this muse and spirit will surely come to us with powers weak. Lifetimes are felt in your work and page and I thank the earth and powers that be, for such bold air. Your friend is musicman, who knows of your talent and vision.
Hi guys, excellent work last night, really enjoyed it... We will want you back for an all-dayer in October! Will hopefully make your Oto gig in the meantime.
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