Master craftsman. When you realize all that lowbrow shit was a true art form.
Side note: Reb Beach could shred like a motherfucker. Their music was mostly forgettable, but their skill set was incredible.
Sometimes I can’t believe it. I’m moving past the feeling.
I woke up one morning
Didn’t recognize the man in the mirror
Then I laughed and I said, “Oh silly me, that’s just me”
Then I proceeded to not comb some stranger’s hair
You lose your way, just take my hand
You’re lost at sea, then I’ll command your boat to me again
Don’t look too far, right where you are, that’s where I am
I’m your man
Hi. I’ve got a tape I want to play.