Critic

Life threw me some curve balls and I promptly set about over analyzing everything. A song about the circus became a song about life. A poem about a sunset became a poem about how people screw you over; a picture of an island became an isolationist movement. I want nothing more at this point than to listen to a song and not try to dissect it. I don't know that I have any music that doesn't have enough depth to it that I can't tear into it... wait... I've got some Hello Goodbye... that should be superficial enough. That’s like trying to bite in to a concrete wall of nothing.