Subterfuge in complicated rhythms and all of the dreams considered with percussion and all rhythm section duties. he feels that jazz consistency as I exhale a hit of something far beyond that normal altered consciousness. Something ultimate and eternal but with a more talented section behind the kit consider myself more than just a back up dancer. Something more rigid and true. Drunk early and stumbling, running through the streets, so hot with the day cooling down still, tear shirt off and crawl back to that trunk space of an apartment, that show and venue of every mixed metal, turn up all of the knobs you are going to have a bad, bad time. Consider the source of this activity to be beyond everything else. The best jam with people beginning at the instrument where they are most confident and comfortable. The transition to a less known instrument. Playing bloc party on guitar. Something awesome and involved. That new cover song in between those old elements. "it's too loud and too sloppy." "That's how it feels when you eat my book." Strangely hiding that ultimate doom. The ideas of born in the unlistenable. All songs derived from this kind of melancholic feeling....
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