Ahhh, I miss the days when every band just said fuck it, I just want the music out there, I remember 2012 like it was yesterday. Some music is still worth dropping some green on, for me it’s more like dropping a little music on my green. This is a great one for that, this one takes me to some strange places in my head, but I need to travel there with safety, when I blaze up some salvia, I need a guided tour of my emotional healing to work through some crazy shit while I’m out of my body. Man, I’m so detached from everything that people do man, right now there are dudes running around wearing green, trying to fuck chicks and dudes and dudes and chicks wearing green. I can’t remember the last time I’ve talked to anyone who wasn’t introduced to me as a safe person to talk to through my couch surfing victims, meaning most people don’t realize when I find a sofa I try to ride that wave for months at a time. Anyway, Public Memory, buy a record from them, they seem like one of those bands that are too good to be small and will get angry with the world unless they get some kind of recognition right away, buy their shit, so they will make more shit for me to listen to.