note to self

hold fast. don't ever surrender. damn it don't give up. hold fast. hold fast.

mospo orjithan

so much work to do.

four twelves

there is nothing like the wind in your hair. like the wind made by the velocity of monstrous walloping volume as I stand in front of my vintage Marshall amplifier. it is a force of rocknroll. it took me years to actually "get it." and to get it...I had NEVER owned a Marshall until I got this about 3 years ago. it changed my life. I can feel the force of tone and volume and electricity as it travels from my hands and guitar to the head and speakers. I swear I can feel the sound bouncing off the closed-back cabinet and throttle through the front and beat against my pant legs. it's a force that could seriously knock people over that have never experienced being in a gig room with one close to dimed out. I want to drive a billion miles an hour with it strapped to the back of a wooly mammoth horse in a torrential thunder and lightning downpour to the foot of an imposing snowcapped mountain and plug it in to a crack in the earth and strum windmill power chords until the mountain shakes down.

it's totally awesome is basically what I'm tryin to say.