Point is, it happened. The product is a direct expression. One in which the taken-for-granted world of today echoes the voices of previous generations. They can't be reproduced, but to ignore them is to be rendered senseless. Stupid. Ignorant. Asinine. They are ghosts. They need to be gathered and buried. Put in their proper place. Planted like a seed. Forced to grow at gunpoint if need be. Because until it's dead, everything flows.    home