Tom Waits, William S. Burroughs, Pink Floyd, Butthole Surfers, AC/DC, Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Neil Young, Django Reinhardt, Bireli Lagrene, the hideous aural mechanics of the human body, a baboon, multifarious meats.
Sounds Like
Beck, Radiohead, Hayden, Mugison, Tom Waits, David Bowie, Frank Black, Pixies, Kurt Cobain, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Neil Young, John Cage, Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, William S. Burroughs, Claustrophobic Reinhardt.
SARTISOHN is Christopher Sartisohn from Victoria BC, Canada.
SARTISOHN is published poet, novelist, musician, composer, hypermedia artist
SARTISOHN is hydroponic electro-acoustic space-folk pop-poet beats. SARTISOHN is acoustic & electric guitars, harmonica, strings, winds, percussion, electronica, explosives.
For Sartisohn's Gypsy Jazz Guitar project, check out COLD CUT COMBO.
For Sartisohn's noisome prog/math rock outfit, check out f i j i t.
hi. was just listening to trash zone by dri. thought it was relevant to post this info. when yer name arises, young josh recalls the beer in your van. such is youth
Hey Man! How is life up in Vic? Hope all is well and I will be up there in August playing some music....might even need you to be in the band...hope I can make it work. Take care and hope to see you sooooon.
My Dear Chrissy. Said quantities of hops are beyond what a good buddy such as he who writes this very message can comprehend. Might it be said that black gang coffee is a cool song, that just came on my ipod as i type this. i recall that it was you who got me into the second of watt's albums. pack fam into truck, and come to portland whenev for vacacation and you'll have place to stay. there's a jazz joint a few blocks away.
I have logged onto da space for the sole reason to correspond with a fine man such as yourself. a man of reason, i.e. a good man. in fact i would go so far as to imply that you are a good sir. and to assert that of all rights bestowed upon men, and of all men, the bestowmentation of the right to foundle your own chest, to massage your very tites, upon the good sir who i am addressing through a rather drunken state, is perhaps the most fundamental of relationships between a right and a man, ever bestowed by a state upon a good man such as yourself.
damn your picture gets me going... to the barf tank! you are now ranked amongst the top of the tops. warning: this will generate an ass-load of traffic to your myspace page.
My Dear Chap, whatever has happened to your head I dare say. Looks like the bet was lost my good man. Well, we are gentleman here are we not. Well, pip pip and all that! Hope all is well in the land of B.C. Brian.
