I need to play an open mic night. The fucking club owner would want to meet what did that. Variety and heartfelt expression galore! Venomous rage on Colors of the Wind, a slow and complex version of Black Metal, Gloryhammer and Rhapsody call to arms anthems... Fuck would I be different from everyone else!
Image out of order, literally. I get words and phrases stuck in my head. Most recent was Ephel Duath, the mountains around Mordor in J.R.R. Tolkein's Lord of the Rings and Silmarillion. I found that out by looking up the place name from the series I knew.
When my thrash/death metal band, Pazuzu hit the stage with the vocalist from Agiel, whom I had heard on the local radio show, Sonic Insanity, his good performance made me want to do better. When I worked with Justin at the bike shop, his productivity and control of the situation made me strive for similar things. People you are around effect the end result like an environment can effect it. MCC was far away and I drove pretty freely to stores. Brockport was close and very few stores. Obvious.
I'm all blackened thorns and craggy rustication on the outside, but filled with true hippie peace and psychedelicism inside. Just like the G-funk guys who really did it right. Their songs say things like "I just want to hang out with my friends, but I live in a hostile place and have to be strong and imposing because of it."
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