You are at the end of a long dark hallway... there is a diffuse sodium glow coming from long neglected fixtures rusted into the walls. At the other end of the hall, barely discernible, is a wooden dummy... it runs at you wielding a blunt object of some kind and screaming something in a wooden dummy tongue and suddenly the metallic taste of fight or flight adrenaline fills your mouth... but as it approaches, you realize that it's only a foot tall and you kick it into toothpicks.



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hollagator Saratoga Springs, New York

This is a page just to collect all the recordings I have done with various bands since first blossoming into a miserable local musician in high school. I have covered bass, guitar, vocals, occasional electronics, and even trumpet once but I am not posting that. ... more

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