You don't wanna hold my farmer's market hand, usually sticky with unpasteurized buckwheat honey.
Oddly enough, you're saying you've only been living in California for a couple of years,
and yesterday, at the library, I bumped into a drummer friend who moved there and stayed.
He was visiting his mother and was using the library computers to look for me,
when I saw him and was standing behind him.
He went to a music college and they hired him after he graduated.
This is somewhere outside L.A.
Anyway, it's nice that you play wild music.
My best advice? Listen to Electric Ladyland on headphones, relaxing in the dark.