I don’t understand, Where it’s coming from. But I hear it; The chimes before the wind is gone. I belong here, I was brought here, By their disjointed melody.


My mate had the ingenious idea to throw his guitar on the floor the other day. It broke… It is just dead because the headstock snapped off, meaning it needs a new neck. Idjit. (FYI: “Idjit” is my version of “eejit” which is the Irish version of idiot!) He wants to road wear the body … More CUSTOM JOB ^_^