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gabe wootton

Gabe Wootton

About Me

In the autumn of his life, Gabe Wootton has turned to music. A former evangelical plumber, wootton spent years holed up in a quaint New England town, where he would unclog toilets and add faucets with all the hellfire and brimstone tenacity of a cottage cheese soaked sock. not knowing what that meant, gabe turned to burgeoning field of whippersnappering. he was a natural. in no time at all, he had worked his way up to minor shenanigannery and before long he was committing full tilt skullduggery. That last bit was the reason for his move back to a place he had never really been before. but he didn't stay there long. after the bandages came off, he set his sights on the big time. did he make it? will he ever? what the fuck is any of this talking about? i have no idea.listen to the songs. i hope you like them.

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Member Since: 12/12/2005
Influences: everything i have ever heard, seen, smelled, tasted, touched in my entire life. except for one or two things.
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My Blog

hasta la something

down to the sea, suckers. 
Posted by gabe wootton on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 04:08:00 PST

the world is a circle....

songs sung in some other language still ring true.  no matter the tongue, the melody rings through.  dark eyes set deep in dark skin, lift to the tune and quickly  fall again. ...
Posted by gabe wootton on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 08:23:00 PST

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then, there was nothing left to do except give in to the complete lack of weight of the plans of the day.  the walk to the shoreline was a short one and the sun felt warm and kind.  the wind...
Posted by gabe wootton on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 08:04:00 PST

iguanas can only say 'fred'

so it turns out, the sun will shine on a dog's ass.  well, so long as he has sense enough to get off of the porch and walk around a little. what if the prisoner was to stop rattling his cage...
Posted by gabe wootton on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 12:00:00 PST

i usually substitute the whole milk with whisky

The ground was wet and alive.  The criss-crossing paths of the broken down shoes that lived around there, and all the places they had recently been.  Foreign mouths spit alien things to the ...
Posted by gabe wootton on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 01:51:00 PST

sometimes, we'd drag small children into stormdrains....

i don't know why, but i have recently gotten myself ejected from some fairly regular watering holes.  i like to think that they merely misunderstood the long range jokes i was working on, but i t...
Posted by gabe wootton on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 03:15:00 PST

our town..

"damn", she whispered, rubbing her arms held close to her chest.  the old house had turned cold, quick.  she had heard the wind pick up earlier, but thought the front was further out th...
Posted by gabe wootton on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 08:06:00 PST

just dance if you caught up in the holy ghost trance

on  a side note: i guess because of halloween and all, there have been a lot of those ghost hunter reality shows on the devil box.  one of their investigative methods is to try and capture a...
Posted by gabe wootton on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 04:54:00 PST

level headed dancer.....

someone threw a wrench in the gears and the whole thing ground to a halt.  the t.v. blinked off and ol' jesus's multi-hued wheel of divine glory unceremoniously ceased its endless spinning. ...
Posted by gabe wootton on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 10:52:00 PST

how now, brown cow

i actually plan on getting some stuff recorded here in the next few weeks.  just some rough tracks, me and the guitar.  i need to see a few of these songs walking around and interacting with...
Posted by gabe wootton on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 02:57:00 PST