Junk

Drone (Rougher)

This was important to me. Maybe it's not done, maybe it truly is just garbage in peoples' eyes or whatever. It was important to me. Yes, I might eventually decide this is an embarassing rant-ass piece of angst or mistakes but for the time being, it has been important to me. Pride might not be the word, but it feels, at least, like I don't have to vomit it out like I spent an entire night trying to give myself alcohol poisoning anymore.

I spent about a year gradually fuming out this heap of garbage whenever I hit a real deep low. Pretty much any musical "inspiration" got dragged to the deeps of this piece this entire time. I couldn't start any other projects and I was never satisfied with what I had done with this. Everything I'd try to create outside of this just fell short and made me want to finish this, contribute to it at least, even if I just wrecked "past repair" doing dumb shit.

I just don't really feel like vocalizing it, it's not going to work the way I want. Conesquently what I actually wrote is just written word communicating spoken word that should never be heard by the intended audience, (or perhaps any audience,) but finally came out and necessarily so.

Sound bites are from the movie Network, my favorite movie of all time. Watch it. It's relevant now.

HERE'S TO YOU

Mark DeShetler