If he knew who I’ve been,
he’d pull that git-ar off the wall
and add my autograph as though I were a legend,
and add me to his list of famous clients,
and, embellishing reality,
refer to me as his friend.
He’s one of the New Breed,
who don’t care what we need,
unless it makes them feel hip –
map and directions for their ego-trip;
excuse to get loose after hours,
when they need to come down from their towers.
Frat boy, rich kid, yuppie shit,
or up-and-comin’, movin’-and-skakin’
rock-and-fuckin’-rollin’ dentist –
he would not have graduated
from the Old School, and definitely
would not have apprenticed.
He’s one of the New Breed,
who don’t care what we need,
unless it makes them feel hip –
map and directions for their ego-trip;
excuse to change the color of their collars.
He sent me a bill for $14.
More out-of-this world psych jams from the Los Angeles outfit, thick with noise-rock fuzz and hazy dream pop vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2021