This is like the longest writers drought I have ever encountered. Just can't seem to get myself back into the groove, man. Like, farm out groovy man. Powder on the people, man like dig that daddio like. Right arm, man. Like Cooooooooool.
No music ... just woik, woik, woik! I owe I owe I owe it's off to work I go!
So, what is the longest (keep it clean ) you have ever gone without composing, performing, and making brownies?
Last night I was cleaning out my file cab when I accidentally shut a drawer on me copy of Strad 2! How embaraskin! I'll need to order another later, man.