i like music. to the point i've devoted my life to it. it's a long twisted story of travel and sordid tales involving bowling balls and television sets, late night alleyway dance parties, fireworks for celebration, failed attempts at slashing tires, and fog machine theft to name but a few.
i moved back to oklahoma to reclaim the celebrated summer and bring my dreams home. i have a cat, his name is Frankie Teardrop. he's a good friend.
like paul westerberg once said...
"i can live without so much, i can die without a clue. sun keeps rising in the west, i keep waking fully confused. i ain't never seen no mountain, never swam no sea. city's got me drowning, i guess its up to me..."
i believe in the sound of discordant guitars.
i believe in the struggle.
i believe in revolution.
i believe in me.
now everybody stop, stop, stop, stop, everybody stop and do the cinderblock, and stop!
