Todd Jones here. Long story short but Zack De La Morris once approached your mans (with a strange looking family in tow, who wore nothing but corn-husk covered burlap clothing and just stood in a line, gently smiling and nodded their heads at me as Zack spoke... weird.) about doing some guitar for a new project wherein he would first make himself cry by looking at photos of ragged-clothed desert nomads on the back of dilapidated Chevy S-10 pickups with jerry-rigged anti-aircraft .50 cals, emblazoned in the dusk-buttered sun. Then, he would start freestyling over the sounds of ancient threshing/baling machines being atomized in the furnace of a dying garbage power plant. This was all well and good, but the eagle vision reflection of ZDLM babbling like some sort of blubbering loon was quickly blurred by a wisp of ciggy smoke, and before he knew it, lil weirdo was suspended, upside-down, in total darkness, for millennia to come. HIDE. VISIONS. LATERED. He will never be one of us.
Todd Jones here. Long story short but Zack De La Morris once approached your mans (with a strange looking family in tow, who wore nothing but corn-husk covered burlap clothing and just stood in a line, gently smiling and nodded their heads at me as Zack spoke... weird.) about doing some guitar for a new project wherein he would first make himself cry by looking at photos of ragged-clothed desert nomads on the back of dilapidated Chevy S-10 pickups with jerry-rigged anti-aircraft .50 cals, emblazoned in the dusk-buttered sun. Then, he would start freestyling over the sounds of ancient threshing/baling machines being atomized in the furnace of a dying garbage power plant. This was all well and good, but the eagle vision reflection of ZDLM babbling like some sort of blubbering loon was quickly blurred by a wisp of ciggy smoke, and before he knew it, lil weirdo was suspended, upside-down, in total darkness, for millennia to come. HIDE. VISIONS. LATERED. He will never be one of us.