Thursday

...half way through bobs momentus electric amphtamine turn on'n he was travellin' outtaspaceways at a speed not calculable on a slide rule o' chillicity...wires were stretched'n tight'ned'n still nothin' snapped'n th'sounds got heavier...folk music was left to fend for itself as a new untried way o' communicatin' was busy bein' born...th'tunes on this boot're th'results o' nights spent rushin' at altitudes higher than previously known, endurances tested 'n inky parchment scattered around th'NYC studio before th'trip to nashville'n tomorrow...

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cheers Santa Claws, Christmas come early !
Mal

7:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice posts, any links? Thanks

1:33 PM  
Blogger spacedsaviour said...

run th'cursor over th'txt, all will be revealed...

4:23 AM  
Blogger esping said...

Thank you very much for this one. Great stuff.

1:56 AM  

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