In a rural psychedelia, full of paisleys and flock, a young man sits and, upon every hour, twenty carriage clocks send their ball bearings buzzing. The young man is me.
I am sitting over manuscript and scribbled artifact decyphering my thoughts from the scrawls of my past. I scratch a dry, straw-lake sideburn and send flakes of skin falling like a settling snow shaker.
The papers i scrutinize are melodies and lyrics: songs from the past; songs that have been pitched to various bands that i have involved myself with; songs which, occasionally, were ill-suited to the material and style of said bands; songs which occasionally fell upon deaf ears.
These songs are here for you now; this is The Richard Lamy Aspect.
G..Day Mr R Lamy, Have A Great Gig Down The Ole Pleasure Unit. We enjoyed the dingy corner last time we played there and im sure you will enjoy its company once again. Jason THE SEMI DETACHED
I hope I haven't been to cryptic...what I meant (as Kaparte) was that this sound so nice, too nice, and there's a percentage of risk that from now on I might want to book you on your own :)
