That should be said like the Owl in the Tootsie Pop commercial talks-- "ha-one, ha-two. . . a'soon!"
So, I am officially a one man band. This is a big deal. (This means, and keep it down, that I am no longer a director. My consummate indecision now leaves me struggling between playwright and musician. But, still, it has been a big decision to cut it down to two.) And my official name is The Silver Champion, thus making the as-yet-unknown subject of this blog a newly-known-but-unexpected one. Band page! Whether this means a clearing out of earlier content we will see.
I have to go drop off a camera to the DP of my film, which, I'm thinking, I no longer will direct (again, DL friends, DL), but expect fantasy uploads and sex-filled tales of rock star life. Here's a preview:
I spent 14 hours sweating in my unairconditioned house in front of my computer, endlessly listening to the new tune "Watch This! Bitter Heart". It's actually good. I'm surprised as you.