nice....... what else I've run up to a wall.. that given all the tools i still can't find it that thing and i in delusion hear only what i want to hear thinking that in bits it sounds nearly good but knowing its trashy contrived awful rubbish that i have no vocabulary it stitched a Frankenstein jumble but not enough, not art of noise .. and the worse i know it there is no wit in it .. deluded i use effects here and there as caulk to try hide the loose bloody stitches it a monster hash but but and but its experimental its not about finding musical expression its about finding the limits of myself is that something i heard that someone else found before me if you climb over the fence and abandoning everything will you see coming closer another and if you manage it to climb..and lost here, your ear now truly tuned, everything sounds contrived utterly contrary cleverly in circumstances constructed crafty of radio dj's knowing the truth play utter crap often enough it'll construct its narrative just tell the hurd it swings often though... it goes for everything going to find a cave or maybe a tall pole with a small shelter atop it and bang some rocks and chant. now thats real art a mystic mistery or misery. the point there isn't one .. we're born we die and the bit in the middle we let chance and circumstances have that but that bit is the best bit without doubt here we ad-lib PTO
nice....... what else I've run up to a wall.. that given all the tools i still can't find it
that thing and i in delusion hear only what i want to hear thinking that in bits it sounds
nearly good but knowing its trashy contrived awful rubbish that i have no vocabulary
it stitched a Frankenstein jumble but not enough, not art of noise .. and the worse
i know it there is no wit in it .. deluded i use effects here and there as caulk to try
hide the loose bloody stitches it a monster hash but but and but its experimental
its not about finding musical expression its about finding the limits of myself
is that something i heard that someone else found before me if you climb over
the fence and abandoning everything will you see coming closer another and
if you manage it to climb..and lost here, your ear now truly tuned, everything
sounds contrived utterly contrary cleverly in circumstances constructed crafty of
radio dj's knowing the truth play utter crap often enough it'll construct its narrative
just tell the hurd it swings often though... it goes for everything
going to find a cave or maybe a tall pole with a small shelter atop it
and bang some rocks and chant. now thats real art a mystic mistery
or misery.
the point there isn't one .. we're born we die
and the bit in the middle we let chance and circumstances have that
but that bit is the best bit without doubt here we ad-lib
PTO
wow, that's a lot of thoughts! Thank you so much for listening!