Moonshine

I wanna drink moonshine. Where do you get it? The name alone is enough to make you wanna grab a cigarette, a banjo, find a porch and get down to brown town. I'm gonna start off on a quest for moonshine and I hope you will be on the lookout along with me.

I was asked to write a biography for a local musician named Scott the Trumpet Player. I don't know if I have the chops, but I'm gonna try anyway. He wants me to make up a press kit for him, too. I think I have a little more motavation this time because he doesn't sing "everyday is a new day. I'm sick and tired of hearING people say..." You know what I mean.

PEACE OUT, BROTHAS AND SISTAS!