Existential Pathology Naked

I think that’s officially my favorite blog post title that I’ve published so far.  It’s like I rolled three dice with random words on them.  Or stayed up one drunken night rearranging magnetic poetry.  Anyway, here’s another video, just me and the guitar, performing “Existential Pathology.”  I like this version.  It’s intimate, and painfully bare.  You can really wallow in the suffocating abyss of despair (Oops, that rhymes)!  That and hear a zany mouth-guitar solo!  Hey hey!