.. Heroine: the artist, the premier mistress writhering in a garden graced w/highly polished blades of grass.. Release (ethiopium) is the drug.. An animal howl says it all.. Notes pour into the caste of freedom.. The freedom to be intense.. To defy social order and break the slow kill monotony of censorship. To break from the long bonds of servitude-ruthless adoration of the celestial shepherd. Let us celebrate our own flesh-to embrace not ones race mais the marathon-to never let go of the fiery sadness called desire.
We imagined ourselves as the Sons of Liberty with a mission to preserve, protect, and project the revolutionary spirit of rock and roll. We feared that the music which had given us sustenance was in danger of spiritual starvation. We feared it losing its sense of purpose, we feared it falling into fattened hands, we feared it floundering in a mire of spectacle, finance, and vapid technical complexity.