sweet silk clouds laugh at hijacked minds glass tanks – rice from air queens were passing in quilts waitress superpowers our disintegrated cup blood and switch – within corruption stranded speakers movements never there vacant suburbs from behind trees came custodians out of a lost illusion, mortal black they grow women in the money bed …
Surfaced in the wake of the Post-American Century. Songs include: No More Songs, The Atman, Give Way To Incectoid, Beware Other People, Skull & Bones, Secret Spoons of Alternative 3, The Black Aura, A Word from Marshall Mcluahan, (We Are Living) In the Slums of Someone Else’s Spell, Text Message, I Own Everyone, In Defense …
It’s here! The debut show of “The Guild Of Pedestrian Wonder.” As you may or may not know/care, I’m a musician. The instrument of choice is, of course, guitar. And the flavor of these selections are, of course, valor! So, I ask you. What is your choice of weapon you wish to smack my pretentious …
