Down at the dime store, as a boy I’d often buy big bags of candy to devour. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I’d discovered the age-old trick of burying vast amounts of angst under a sugar-induced brain haze.
Join me for something sweet, if you like. Light some fire, paste on a smile, and enjoy this little ditty.
Candied Angst (4:11)
I love it. Take me to the other side, Chad.
March 14th, 2010 permalinkLike! And I’m impressed that you can fashion such professional-sounding recordings on your own.
March 15th, 2010 permalinkYes. I love it also. Thank you for sharing…
March 21st, 2010 permalink