Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Becoming a Musician

For you, there is the idea of people and each of these people are likely to have hands and feet and eyes and bodies. Some people are without things. But others, like certain drummers, have drumsticks and drums and foot pedals and cymbals. You don't care if that shaggy green rug has been cleaned extensively or not. If the dog piss or the rotten milk smells it doesn't matter. There is that certain sound. This music is hardcore drum bullet smack. The other things are glue too. Everything sticking everything. The whole world goes black, or not, but the punk music in the early 1980's matters. Not that it matters. Move 100% to the inner ear, or nothing. Everything on the inside is barefoot. The love you have is red.