“...being at the end of my creative rope, I did what any self-absorbed, anal-retentive corporate yes-man musician about to commit professional suicide would do: I sang.”
Dealing with the limitations of rural tech leads to a rural-inspired electro jam
While invited to play the Fredericton Harvest Jazz and Blues Festival, I came to Fredericton early for a pre-festival “week in the country.” During this allegedly relaxing time, I developed a condition known as RITSS. It led to withdrawal symptoms such as lapsing into L33t speak and the urge to (...)
The funk of two hid not the clue of the whiskey on his breath.
