Occasional Holy Man, Maladroit Carpenter, and New Wave Bassist Offering Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. Champion of the Oxford Comma [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
"Music rots when it gets too far from the dance. Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music."