The Rants...by Moses.

I just started a band called Sleepy Beach.
Yeah, I know...it feels good. Watch out for us.
If there were a computer that had a tape deck on the side, I'd be jamming it right now for both you and I, but somehow they got around that and make you have to pay for some chords to plug from here to there and vice versa, etc...
It took me a few seconds there (at etc...)(see above) to write down what I was going to call this column. JK. JK is like a State in that way ie:California is to CA, as Rants are to...I mean...Just Kidding is to ___. And You say: JK.
It's fun to type to music. Only because it's not fun to type to music.
I am listening to The Everly Brothers all night.
I recommend that everyone over the age of 20, be required to listen to The Everly Brothers at least one night a week. And that would be the bare minimum.
You see.
Shit...They are singing Blueberry Hill, and it makes me fall in love with this song.
But I'm sure I'll hear Fats doing it on the radio by the end of the day tomorrow, and I won't be in love anymore.
I sleep next to Dylan Thomas with His leaves, a train whistle, and The Trout Fisherman's Bedside Book.
I think that this is the end of The Rants pilot episode.

Fade Out.


ps: Watch Out For Sleepy Beach.
It's Beautiful.





Ps2: I just came back to this post to add a youtube video because I had initially promised myself that I would.