May The Jaws Of Death Have Cotton Teeth

I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead
music is always there when someone isn’t. stacks of vinyl, cold beer, canvas and paint brushes, the sweet sounds of Coltrane….those are the things you can count on.

music is always there when someone isn’t. stacks of vinyl, cold beer, canvas and paint brushes, the sweet sounds of Coltrane….those are the things you can count on.