I would like to be bopping down the street dodging the cracks that break your mother’s back, past the graffiti, past the Coca Cola trash. The rattle of the crawling traffic so ever present that it is in my mind so forever distant. Briefly blinded by the light turning right off of the downtown buildings, I keep on moving, the glare keeps burning, and I enter the building. Rick Rubin at the controls of this epic remixing, behind black glasses my soul he is fixing, while my feet be spinning to what should be the soundtrack to my night beginning ….on’n’on.


Posted by ryanwcox

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