NETWORK.

[cacophonish]

Who: Jeff Calhoun
Username: freakscene
Warnings: None yet.

hey does anyone play any instruments? i finally got a guitar so it'd be cool to jam sometime

[ maybe start a band... maybe cast a whole lot of spells on audiences in whatever passes for Gloucester's nightlife... ]

hey! while i'm here! you guys should totally check out this app thing these other guys showed me
its called spotify
its really fucking cool i can't BELEIVE how much musics on their
like holy shit the butthole surfers new album is fucking amazing!!

[ And by 'new album' he means Electriclarryland, released in, uh... 1996. ]

ive got 25 yrs of music to catch up on so can you guys rec some bands or albums from after 1995? maybe even after 2000
i swear this is work related

Comments

[graveyounglady]

Dear Mr. Jeff,

I can give you one of our songs, if you would like. I cannot say I am graced with a sparrow's voice, but I know the words well.

O the grass grows high
and the birds do fly
o'er across the morning sky

Our friends below
O we love them so
As we place them row by row by row
As we place them row by row

Tend to the graves
Tend to our friends
Tend and bring them back again

In the flower and seed
In the autumn mead
Sing round, sing round
Give praise to the ground
That feeds us all we need

It has a few more verses after that, mind. My brother and I used to sing that as we were digging graves to give us a rhythm for the spades.

Regards,
Mercy Graves

[cacophonish]

[ Okay, he's usually not into being called mister anything, but 'Mr. Jeff' is so adorable he can't not love it. ]

Ms Mercy,

thanks for the song! you mind if i record a cover of it? itll be like Intro to Guitars

and hey
so your like a gravedigger? for real? i never met one before

--Jeff

[graveyounglady]

Dear Mr. Jeff,

You can record it as much as you like? Might be easier doing it inside the book instead of on the cover, though.

I am. Born and raised to it like the rest of my kin. Sradans have a special connection to the six feet seeing as we are all children under the kindly eyes of Brother Earth.

Regards,
Mercy Graves