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It will be dark.
Perhaps the flicker of the ruby
red LED lights. Perhaps the
faint fluorescent-blue monitor
moonlight. Just a couple of
musicians...
He will bring to the table the
sounds. He has no tongue -- but
he doesn't need one. Between the
equipment and his fingertips, he
can express the unexpressable.
Primal emotions converted to sine
waves...that is what he does. "It's
a venting process. I pour everything
into the music to get it out of my
system." He knows no genres, no styles;
he is not limited to this or that
musical instrument. He is an
experimentor first and an editor
second.
She will bring to the table her voice.
She knows only words, but she has a
special way to wrap her lips around them.
She will bleed them and she will cry
them. There is a poison in her, a
sickness and a sorrow...she will open
her mouth; she will fill the air with it.
"For me, the pain is always there.
Constant pain is normal for me. I cleanse,
but it's temporary. I only want to know
that others have felt the way I feel --
even if for them it stays briefly and
passes." She is a bare wire, and the
current will crackle through her.
Destiny? "To be in that dark room. To
feed a thousand people energy, to have
that thousand people feed you in return."
"Yeah, we're just a dumb Phoenix
garage band..."
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