Totally shitfaced & possiibly Famous

[dr_mabeuse]

JB the Scottish Insane Gangster Soul drummer and Pat Prendergast the jazz-regae keyboard player were over tonight and we ran throuh everythijng from MJQ (Pyramid) to Blind Willie Johnsons ("John the Revelator") to Henry Manicini (Peter Gunn) and Charlie Mingus and decided that there's no truth quite so profound as musical truth. None fucking whateoever.

I heard myself on old rare recordings and realizeed that if you give your all--emotion, pain, lust-love, hungry edge-of-death desire; aching sweetness of lips and cock--you can't go wrong.

How many of us are telling the truth here? Are you even trying?

I am.

It hurts & feels good at the same time

 

[minsue]

That's 'cause you're good like that, Zoot.

 

[LadyJeanne]

Truth? Elusive, even in the best of times.

 

[English Lady]

I adore it when you make typos love


The truth babe, often hidden within lies, half truths and homogenized wrapping, but it's in the centre of everything I do, I hope!

 

[Liar]

What's the point in lying?
Says Liar.

 

[impressive]

I adore it when you make typos love

I was thinking the same thing.

And you're right on the money, Zoot. Not only per musical truth, but profound truth as a whole. When you give your all -- and allow the raw edge to show -- that's when it's real.

 

[Guest]

Paragdim shits, are they?

 

[rgraham666]

How many of us are telling the truth here? Are you even trying?

Always. Lies are warm, believable and good for the ego.

But they're not good for the soul.

 

[Guest]

1 x 1 = 1

 

[Guest]

I will not eat your poisoned cookies!