alan

like old records from the attic the kind you might find in a few years...dusted old public enemy beats sped up to jungle frictionI like to dig deep into what it is that makes the beeswax stick to your outer shell...and i like to rush in a bit...chances, risks, loaded weapons...speeding motorbikes are a must...snorting...sucking...milking....crushing...burning... sleeping little...awake in all forms...oh yeah and I haven't got time for the pain...I work a lot...I like to write about you...think too much...record too much...cooking big dinners on Sunday...croquet season is heating up, so watch your wickets...I produce big shows, some with music, most with art. I don't sleep long, my dreams are short and sweet and I wear NB on my feet. ......I hang outside of the grid, it gets harder to leave each time...playing records...listening to muzik recorded, live, or natural. writing song lyrics for new 80's bands.