The way I view touring and shows, for me, is that I really like playing, but that's not the thing that fuels me. I am much happier writing and recording. For me, performing is exclusively for other people. I let people write me to tell me what they want to hear. I'll play any of it.
The way I view touring and shows, for me, is that I really like playing, but that's not the thing that fuels me. I am much happier writing and record… - Radical Face
The way I view touring and shows, for me, is that I really like playing, but that's not the thing that fuels me. I am much happier writing and record…
- Radical Face
Everybody's bones are just holy branches cast from trees to cut patterns in the world. And in time we find some shelter, spill our leaves, and then s… - Radical Face
Everybody's bones are just holy branches cast from trees to cut patterns in the world. And in time we find some shelter, spill our leaves, and then s…
In all honesty I think, sometimes with the LGBT community, if you look at anything else surrounding it, there's always been this oddness and sense of… - Radical Face
In all honesty I think, sometimes with the LGBT community, if you look at anything else surrounding it, there's always been this oddness and sense of…
Brother woke just after midnight and he didn't make a sound, and as he climbed from out of bed with severed rings around his head, his feet didn't to… - Radical Face
Brother woke just after midnight and he didn't make a sound, and as he climbed from out of bed with severed rings around his head, his feet didn't to…
I would like the ambition to go directly into songwriting; individual songs. I want to see what I can do to push myself sonically with songwriting. I… - Radical Face
I would like the ambition to go directly into songwriting; individual songs. I want to see what I can do to push myself sonically with songwriting. I…
I tore the dreams from my head and tossed them in the flames. And the smoke smelled like my past, and it stung my eyes but I was too stubborn to blin… - Radical Face
I tore the dreams from my head and tossed them in the flames. And the smoke smelled like my past, and it stung my eyes but I was too stubborn to blin…
The days blur into one, and the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done. - Radical Face
The days blur into one, and the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done.
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