A poem about Baltimore:
Still havent found my Baltimore flower,
Been driving for days and it feels like days,
My hair smells like shit and my body is tired,
But dammit these licks are so f*****g fire.
Pretty sure we met the Baltimore equivalent of the Dude, I had a two chord loop with a touch of delay on it that sounded reggaeish, and this guy wearing chacos and a tie dye was like "hey man, I'm hearing this riff in my head over that loop, do you mind if I play for a bit?" And of course I told him yes. He hung out with us for 45 minutes and said we could crash at his place when we come back to Baltimore because he lives in an art house with plenty of couch space. Good meets. I recorded a TON of live classical tunes from the other side of multiple doors in this Music School that was having final recitals. Samples for daaayyyysss. Get $2.50, give one away to a homeless man, whaddya got? $1.50 and a 5 minute lesson in Hambone. Look it up. It's great. We have to go pick up my ID from a liquor store in DC now but AFTER THAT it's to Philly for these goons.
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