I have issues at my house, sometimes they manifest themselves in my tracks. In this case, the bassoon and oboe represent the mouse. The guitar is the peanut-butter.

I sometimes feel alone with my spaghetti. But I'm never alone when I'm with my drummer! Though being alone with a drummer can be scary. At times such as these - frightened, alone, hungry, with a drummer - I am driven to ask: WWFSMD?

Oh, my holy noodles. *Another* bloody 12-bar in E, and what's worse, it's a *slow* blues. Every guitar player who deems it appropriate to play a slow blues in E, in this the 21st, should be roasted like a head of garlic, smeared across a toasted…

Oh, my holy noodles. *Another* bloody 12-bar in E, and what's worse, it's a *slow* blues. Every guitar player who deems it appropriate to play a slow blues in E, in this the 21st, should be roasted like a head of garlic, smeared across a toasted…