Just catching up.
Sorry dude, I have been on the prairie lugging caskets and twisting wrenches. Sometimes I party like it is 1899. We got soooo, flashed by lighting, the tent looked like a MH sock. The campsite erupted in racaus celebrations. I fail to recall a sound so loud. I don’t know the Decibels on that, but it felt like being duct taped to a connecting train car. Shock my whole being. Transcendentally invigorating .
.. I would go back to DNA genetics, and I still might...
You skank, don’t do it ,,, They have enough money.
We look to the Southern Star, on the New Moon.
Three angels will fall from heaven, directly into the rapid rioters.
@Capt. C has his theories about classical music. Myself ? I rarely plug one in without the mantra.
“I forgot my name, Ima’ dirt torpedo “
Just cracks me up, reminds me of my older brother. We were growing out of this genre, as this album came out. This album was the ‘spinal tap’ , heralding our exodus. Never bought any Metallicker after ‘Black’ (got most of the previous though- on reprint vinyl) He went synthetic with Autechre, and the like. I was still retro organic, gravitating towards Kraftwerk, NIN, Kristopherson.
Dude,,, I get distracted. The music is with me. The memories become the present.
Family is tops and, brotherhood is a near subsidiary. I was given three crosses and they refused payment. Gotta keep paying it forward. I empty my vault, and it just fills up again. Seems more fun to have you grow along. They should be somewhere over the Pacific . I can redirect, in a couple weeks.
Should be good.
