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I post this as an exercise in impressionistic musical interpretation. This is a new interpretation on the tired cliché of waking one morning to find your goat straying from its pentagram, each and every one of your sacrificial virgins deflowered by a Vespa salesman from Boise named Larry and your golf cart parked in your swimming pool. Dedicated to Hunter S.....yeah, why not.
I've taken to whistling this little diddy down the halls where I work which I think explains why I've had little eye-contact of late.
Mostly loop-based but featuring a blistering solo on the PCR-30 Edirol slap-piano.
I've taken to whistling this little diddy down the halls where I work which I think explains why I've had little eye-contact of late.
Mostly loop-based but featuring a blistering solo on the PCR-30 Edirol slap-piano.
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jschultz76
very interesting sounds. the panning is nicely done.