Sitting under the bridge one night long long ago a distant red light flashed this was allegedly the source for our band name that was Crimson Silence I think I nearly died laughing after much thought though it appeared profound at the time since we were tripping on LSD much later the phrase clashed in my mind like the sound of a crash cymbal split at the lip of the bell more thud like a flat tire than the pounding of waves toppling the local pier
The End Cafe nearly tumbled into the sea into the Pacific Ocean in '83 to criticize a name doesn’t ever make sense my own contributions came to nothing but now I know the name Unwound worked well for another band from Olympia three years after we split we all went our own ways music faded after Proctor forced me to sell my beloved drum kit on the cheap the bastard to his cunt friend the sheer
Audacity to take advantage of someone down on his luck the dick on whom I take revenge was no real friend of ours but a worthless blockhead yet another Priam this one brainless at base so this libel may change in name but the facts still stand that time in my life when depression unfit my brain for thirty years another pigeon hole to prescribe drugs to dead beat drummers with no life no opportunities no future for danger
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