"No masterpiece is so great as a lost one-a symphony unfinished, a painting painted over, a novel shredded or suppressed. Largely or wholly unheard, unseen, or unread, such a work derives its life, as most objects of legend do, from scraps of generative evidence and the accretion of romantic speculation about them, and it takes its lasting if ethereal form in the creative imagination of the public. The lost masterpiece is the only artwork that is perfect, the fulfillment of all our artistic dreams, because it exists primarily or wholly within them.."

from David Hajdu's "Heroes and Villains: Essays on Music, Movies, Comics and Culture"

I know what you're thinking,

I just thought this would be a cool way to open.

Today I'm resurrecting, albeit temporarily, the Spastic Dance Party, where I post videos essentially because I like them, and leave snarky comments because I can.

Please remember to tip your waitress and your bartender.

This is a song about two brothers, about a life lived without compromise, about death too soon, and about choices. And besides, it features the phenomenal Rick Wakeman on keyboards and paint roller:


A song about leaving, and of eventual, inevitable return, so long as you can see the light.


I threw this in for two reasons:
1. I've always loved the song "Kashmir"
2. And I want this woman to be the mother of my children

"Sort of starts off kinda slow and then fizzles out all together".

When the facts spoil the legend, don't print anything.

See you soon, I'm off to clear the streets of dogs and whores.