The long winded, encyclopedic ramblings of these deceased windbags who shuffled their feet across the dirt floors whilst composing these works under dimly lit lanterns seem outdated.
It is honorable to pay reverence to the true masters of this art but there comes a time when the field is beyond harvesting and cannot be cultivated again.
Although, I would hate to see Billy Corgan and Jewel become the new front-runners in years to come.
Oh well, carry on…
Assorted Thoughts
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