Serial# : QC2607
I Love Becky Sloan.
“This is the story of Michael, the loneliest kid in town. Ugly and weak, they called him a freak so he lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground.”
Art! have I bored you with it already in some of the other cymbal descriptions so far? Well, buckle up you primply buttercup, cause there’s more of that slimy substance incoming. Artless world meet artful person, Becky Sloan. I guess by now it should be obvious that I love the absurd and chaotic, the strange and non-sequential. The thing that requires nor expects explanation, as it may have one or a thousand, but none of it affects the experience of going through it and consuming it. I love the silly and the stupid, cause aren’t we all just a bunch of silly and stupid self aggrandized savanah-dwellers? I love the feeling of the descent into madness, or lonesome abjectivity, or breaking understanding. I love the thoughts that are often pushed down now erupting red hot in full view. Or maybe it is that I love the act of self-escape altogether.
Truth is, I don’t know much about her other than her work I’ve consumed, and, that’s more than enough and powerful for me to love her. So, I Love Becky Sloan (and once again, by proxy, everyone else involved in her project).
O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):
This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes.
It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.
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Serial# : QC2607
I Love Becky Sloan.
“This is the story of Michael, the loneliest kid in town. Ugly and weak, they called him a freak so he lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground. He lived on his own underground.”
Art! have I bored you with it already in some of the other cymbal descriptions so far? Well, buckle up you primply buttercup, cause there’s more of that slimy substance incoming. Artless world meet artful person, Becky Sloan. I guess by now it should be obvious that I love the absurd and chaotic, the strange and non-sequential. The thing that requires nor expects explanation, as it may have one or a thousand, but none of it affects the experience of going through it and consuming it. I love the silly and the stupid, cause aren’t we all just a bunch of silly and stupid self aggrandized savanah-dwellers? I love the feeling of the descent into madness, or lonesome abjectivity, or breaking understanding. I love the thoughts that are often pushed down now erupting red hot in full view. Or maybe it is that I love the act of self-escape altogether.
Truth is, I don’t know much about her other than her work I’ve consumed, and, that’s more than enough and powerful for me to love her. So, I Love Becky Sloan (and once again, by proxy, everyone else involved in her project).
O.a.k (One-of-a-kind):
This line of instruments acts as my space for study and unbounded creativity. It is the continuation of my original non-serialized work, meaning, a cymbal line where anything goes.
It will most likely also act as the breeding grounds for any forthcoming new lines and designs as time moves forward, so keep your eyes open, one of these could one day become a regular act.
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