the idiot imbecile monster, the guitar god fuckhead is stomping on the wall with his boots on. stupid little man. i do not think it is a drum machine. i think he is on his back stomping on the wall.
how can somebody be this useless and unnecessary and needy? stupid little shit! how many times has he done this when people have complained about his bass and guitar playing at concert volume?
he has enough money to rent rehearsal space. that much is obvious. he has told me many times about his recording studio. in fact, when he is playing in his studio we do not hear that much. it is there, sure, but it is not obstructive to our own listening of our own music, you know?
but this poor little extroverted psycho is insisting on being heard somehow, by somebody. my upstairs neighbour is pacing and talking on his cell phone. he hears it much louder than me. stupid little shit of a man.
some people have no idea whatsoever of what enoughness feels like, what sufficiency feels like, what equanimity feels like, what peace feels like. i feel so sorry for them. the glamour trance is very destructive for the soul. |