Or
"Notes On Nearly Impossible Understanding of an Nearly Understandable Scene"
In-between the pulling of everyday life I finally completed my one-day exposure of being ear deep into the fray... It all starts with the last thing I wrote about the night, which is a truth that is full of essence and pure power... It ends with YET-ANOTHER live tragedy where a Romeo truly lost.
“No ones gonna read it or believe it otherwise
so why should I make it readable?”

"No." "Oh...How odd."
1. A last ditch... Daniels Pub is someone’s Junkers Tavern.
2. Experimental with emphasis on MENTAL.
3. Sound IS art. Never-ending.
4. Melody is held hostage. JG Ballard would be proud.
5. HARD-ON COLLIDER. (First)
Frantic noise-isms with avant displays of public exaggerations.
Thanks Sonic Youth you’ve been good and left your mark. Every king dies except one and you, apparently are NOT that king.
6. GROW HORNS. (2nd)
Could this count as AM static? Internal exorcisms at work exhumed in burst of unchained latent aggression. An eye-to-eye match up with a sonic tsunami. Choose your tree to climb and hold on tight.The confidence to push boundaries of definition and acceptance are not only noted but also admired. Resilience and definition are tools not immoveable forces.
Like water, sound is needed fir existence of life.

8. Is sound revolutionary?
Yes. If you let it be.
9. Cincinnati’s burgeoning noise scene... No-Fi... is admirable. A vestige of indefinable standards like anything else, has its moments and times of shining spotlights... This night was one... Also something else that becomes so big, so fast, that splinter ideas encompass every dank hole bar and hole in the wall that begs for use. In a city trying to revitalize itself neighborhood by neighborhood the confidence of re-expansion nouveau colonialism street by street, hill by fucking hill. Valley by valley... Something unmanageable as no-fi lets the balance is maintained.
10. Or something
11. STEAM-AGE TIME-GIANT (Third)
12. The room looks as if a survivor’s collection of rock and roll soldiers. Nelson Slater is Cinci
14. 1975 called.. It wants NYC back! Jokingly commenting to watch where we walked concerning Slater’s documented Portal-ology. We ended up stepping in one nearly automatically and embracing it. Glenn Branca called. He is ready for unconditional surrender now. “Breakfast just isn’t what breakfast use to be since... You know..."
Nelson Slater is HONESTY in its purest form. You never could handle the truth.
15. From the Proving Grounds: She said she lived on this street but didn’t reveal which house so it was only natural to traverse the street yelling her name to no avail… Cupping his hands around his mouth to achieve maximum, direct volume He yelled.
"BRANDY?... BRAN-DEEEEEE?!" There was no response.