WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?
Because that’s the only kind of trip the Establishment would
let it take.
National Security was at stake.
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the
chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Ralph Waldo Emerson:
It didn’t cross the road; it transcended it.
This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite
justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
‘Cause it (censored) wanted to. That’s the (censored) reason.
You tell me.
He cwossed the woad to kill the wabbit.
(Whshhhhhhhhsh) Because it could not resist the power of the
“I understand the inventor of the bagpipes was inspired when he saw a man carrying an indignant, asthmatic pig under his arm. Unfortunately, the manmade sound never equaled the purity of the sound achieved by the pig.” — Alfred Hitchcock
Oh, life is a funny thing. We are currently on the quest for the bass player and drummer of our dreams. You wouldn’t think it would be so difficult but in reality this small community of musicians are filled with wannabes, has beens and closed minded egoists. What ever happened to playing for the love of the music? For me it was never about the pay check. It was always about the beauty, the subliminal release of my deepest emotions and thoughts expressed through patterns of air flowing through me and blown out over my vocal chords into an expression of feelings, sometimes subtle sometimes powerful, yet always true to myself. Oh bass player and drummer where art thou?