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!