Troy Taroy

Music is our friend. Let it not be so degraded as to become a traitor to our already defiled senses.

Music is the last means of liberation from our spritual enslavement. Let it not serve as background noise to reality-TV, but deliver us from its hegemonic psychic prison.

Music is a divine gift that requires wisdom and love. Let it not be abused into such a state as that of the blood-caked, toothless crack whore, unknowing and uncaring of its own potential.

Impaled by the twin beasts of competition & "self-expression", contemporary popular music has degenerated into a flatulent, pus-ridden, thieving, groping artificial gargoyle -- artless, soulless in both its means and its intent; cannibalizing its history with ferocious haste, and leaving nothing but feces in its wake.

Sing! Yay, rise and look into the face of goddess Music though blinding the light may be! Drink from her generous bosom, and sing her praises with full heart and mind! Give to her that we may ascend to a higher, greener plane just beyond our mortal reach, for you know it is There! Laugh! Laugh with the surest understanding that this is not a joke!

Thus spoke Troy Taroy.