 Sitting in the car, two 12s knockin' in the trunk, chair laid back, Sunday evening relaxing, iPod conducting the bass, shuffling through an unfamiliar library of music and a particular song comes on. That first bass guitar note sends my brain a shock. The shock reaches my temples and goes to work. | As I'm listening I envision a vision of grunge. I picture a dark-souled, weary-eyed bad-boy to say the least. It was one of the most colorful inspiration blasts I had had in awhile, despite the fact that it was, in fact, in black & white. This is my vision. East of Eden. Name courtesy of Serena Morris. |
