Some of you may already know about my songwriting partner, PJ.
If not, then:
Songwriter -- PJ -- blah, blah, blah.
Anyway, we were at this place called The Eclipse, and I grabbed the mike and went into one of these long rants. Usually that's a bad sign-- like I get the crowd all worked up to hear some Van Halen, then whistle a few bars before going immediately into something else-- but this time it went over really well. In fact, I think we've got a winner.
You see, a few years back, I had written this song, and there was a terrible backlash against it. There was a school board member from the St. Louis Public School District that took me to court to have this song declared illegal. Crazy, isn't it?
But nevertheless, the State declared this song to be illegal, on the basis that it may well cause people to commit suicide. Pop/punk can affect some people like that, I hear. Go figure.
Of course, everyone wants to hear it, just to see if they can withstand it.
You see, long ago, I had studied ancient Pythagorean texts to unveil hidden meaning and bring to light that ancient knowledge. The essence of creation-- the progression of Life Itself-- lies encoded in sonic substratum that penetrates into the inner reaches of the cerebral cortex and into the hippocampus, where these infernal tones and deft modulations incline and compel all who hear into certain destruction.
Fantastic stuff.
When the State declares my guitar to be an instrument of death, I just can't pass it up.
I warned them:
"All you here who dare to stay..."
They did.
Of course they did.
Every one of them was willing to risk their own life in order to hear that song.
PJ has been working on setting up a YouTube channel (because I am disinclined to subscribe to practically anything), and I'll see about getting some video up for you soon.
But you listen at your own risk.
You were warned.
If not, then:
Songwriter -- PJ -- blah, blah, blah.
Anyway, we were at this place called The Eclipse, and I grabbed the mike and went into one of these long rants. Usually that's a bad sign-- like I get the crowd all worked up to hear some Van Halen, then whistle a few bars before going immediately into something else-- but this time it went over really well. In fact, I think we've got a winner.
You see, a few years back, I had written this song, and there was a terrible backlash against it. There was a school board member from the St. Louis Public School District that took me to court to have this song declared illegal. Crazy, isn't it?
But nevertheless, the State declared this song to be illegal, on the basis that it may well cause people to commit suicide. Pop/punk can affect some people like that, I hear. Go figure.
Of course, everyone wants to hear it, just to see if they can withstand it.
You see, long ago, I had studied ancient Pythagorean texts to unveil hidden meaning and bring to light that ancient knowledge. The essence of creation-- the progression of Life Itself-- lies encoded in sonic substratum that penetrates into the inner reaches of the cerebral cortex and into the hippocampus, where these infernal tones and deft modulations incline and compel all who hear into certain destruction.
Fantastic stuff.
When the State declares my guitar to be an instrument of death, I just can't pass it up.
I warned them:
"All you here who dare to stay..."
They did.
Of course they did.
Every one of them was willing to risk their own life in order to hear that song.
PJ has been working on setting up a YouTube channel (because I am disinclined to subscribe to practically anything), and I'll see about getting some video up for you soon.
But you listen at your own risk.
You were warned.
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