Bottom line we were all hungry and I was damn near homeless at the time just looking to get the music moving indie, after leaving the devil behind at the macro indies… and we plotted. Some bangers got made.
Bottom line we were all hungry and I was damn near homeless at the time just looking to get the music moving indie, after leaving the devil behind at the macro indies… and we plotted. Some bangers got made.
“On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast,
Behold with music’s many-stringed charms
The silence groweth thou. O rare delight!
The melody upon clear strings inflected
Were dull when o’er taut sense thy presence floweth,
With quivering notes’ accord that never palleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”