There is a multi-dimensional garage band jamming somewhere in some galaxy in some interstellar pub, and I got to this name before they could.

Yes, but until the bus is built, we must fly.

It is morphing into something that brought is here to these words, for what it is worth, every minute of every day somebody, somewhere is listening to Madonna

sure, if they supply the roadies, and remove all of the red smarties.

a long time ago, mojo was oppressed and until liberation, hard pressed, that is until the big shoe, and me and you, we listened, turned on the mirror, turned up the light, and felt the music, became the music, until it kept playing and you couldn't shut it off, and so some schizoid 21st century mana called mainframe, streamlined in time to a back beat, backstreet, basement and out from the garage back to the sky

NIN to Def Zeppelin, Arcade Fire to Enya, Dandy Warhols to Bachmen Turner Warpdrive

Carribean, west coast of NA, Hawaii

Roland, Korg, Bose, Takamine, Godin, Digidesign, Pro-tools, Yamaha, Apex mikes.

this is dedicated to the dancer and the cosmic tart, and the big blue spiral of possibility