conceptual gymnast, staying fit on the hypothetical high bar, physically soft like ice cream, full of rum and raisins but approach the mental and the cherished gift of music and feel your thoughts bend like weak aluminum and let me finish my set and then accuse me of playing porno music because I get too erotic- if you can’t hang it’s not my fault its yours... This is an intervention and your wack musical taste is in question- excuse the wires and needles but Hendrix is vital and his influence is being handled by middle men. This is life, distraction, love and war til the end.
