By: Damon Krukowski

“Irrationality… mirrors our individual souls.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“One stood very still, and made strangling sounds with his guitar.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“The horn on the Victrola looked inviting, so I jumped inside.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“There is no end to the ringing.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“This song is sung at top volume.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“The guitar grew heavy, heavier each day.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“I sang directly into a tape recorder.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Our parents loved your music, but now they are dead.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“I am mute, ignored, covered in dust.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Never, no matter how easy your instrument, begin to sing.”