I like music. Music likes me.

I don't believe in Beatles; I just believe in me.

Every song has to make you want the next song. The first song's the bait on the hook. But they all push to that final song, at which point you've hopefully got enough music in you that it punches you once, you puke, and then you're feeling something you wouldn't have felt otherwise.

“I don't want you out there on the bully plank calling me up going ‘hey I got to put on my marshmallow pants and hit the boohoo button, ’cause I don’t know where the cranberries are! Do you know what I mean?” -Aziz

lost in oblivion

Happy Apocalypse Everybody! Also podcasting at: http://cromagnonjazz.wordpress.com/