THIS MUSIC IS FOR TRUTHSEEKERS, MEAT WHEELERS, DRAIN FEEDERS, DIRTY PUMPKIN EATERS AND OLD BROKEN DOWN HEATERS. IN IT, YOU WILL HEAR THE CRACKLING OF DOWN COMFORTERS, THE SOUND OF A HEART LICKING ITSELF, THE ECSTASY OF DYSFUNCTION, THE BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY OF AN ISRAELI LOVER, AND A HYPOCRITICAL GODLINESS OF SORTS. IF YOU HAVE SNEAKY EARS, YOU MIGHT HEAR THE GOOD LUCK SPRINKLED ALONG THE MICROSCOPIC COMPACT DISK GROOVES THAT LANDED EVERY TIME I RUBBED MY PRODUCER’S SHINY SHAVED HEAD. IT FELT GOOD; I WON’T LIE. THIS MUSIC IS FOR LOVERS: WE LOVE EACH OTHER, DO WE NOT? LET US HAVE A TOAST, THEN, TO REAL, COUNTRIFIED, HOMEMADE SOUL EXTRACTED SOUNDS. SO SMOOTH, YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT’S NOT BUTTER.
