What’s it like to be a ghost? To be a phantom? To be not quite here and not quite there?
For former social sites like MySpace and LiveJournal, it’s like ‘taking a bath in madness’ I suppose. Like a blanket being pulled away on a chilly night. ‘Once on top, but now ya gotta stop… there’s no time, no time, no time left to rock. -BP 2013′
As a musician, it’s quite the eye opener. It shoves a boot into the collective arses of mainstream music media. Wake up and smell the numbers – because they aren’t real; they’re all just numbers. One’s and zeroes. After the EMP, they all just go away – and we find out that Musical America is just another broke arse country after all. All our natural talent was hidden in the rug, and it’s been shaken – not stirred.
Oh Hurley. You were correct all along my friend… the numbers are indeed all bad!