Rusharguanox

you know how they say music is a language? and if you get good enough at a language you can think in it. where you actually are not translating from english to say french but you actually have original thoughts in french. well that's what i mean, i have original thoughts, mind chatter, inward reactions, that are just music and it makes for a noisy brain! but is awesome because it is nice to get away from all the english chatter all the time

just think if you saw someone and instead of thinking "whoa crazy pink sweater" you thought "bum buppaba bumti bum bummobummo bubammobubumm"

wow i am so glad you remember that because i had forgot even though i think often of that set because it was def in my top 5 favorite performances ever. i love punting, i grew up playing soccer and kicking my younger brothers. so it is second nature, as is dancing with cello to the side- combine them and you get a completely natural experience. also i have punted footballs with varying degrees of success at shows. you rock seeyou this year at diosity again i hope same stage double rage

great question, i think the best idea is to master your instrument WHILE getting experimental and crazy. because the more you "master" without getting experimental, the more you are conforming to existing ideas of how to play it.. and eventually you will have to unlearn alot of that in order to break free. it was so with me unlearning classical and unlearning jazz and unlearning bluegrass all of which i studied pretty hard

i decided to get the tats (my first ink) while flying in a cessna over the grand canyon at the end of the most chaotic wild emotional tornado rider (my metal band) tour. i called my cousin Forrest who was living in vegas and asked him if he knew any good late night tattoo spots bc we were driving in late from AZ. he said he didnt but he did meet this dude named Carlos who's whole body including face head armpits was inked, went into his kitchen at about 2am and laughed hysterically the whole time didnt mind the pain (fingers=ouch) because i knew that getting jick and jark tattooed on my hands meant there was no turning back anymore. i was weird and was going to be proud and wear it, and not try to be normal guy ever again