Musicus Interuptus
Interuptus : according to the bastard jr. v. Causing someone to stop an activity that they are engaged in.
So yesterday I am playing the 12 string, taking a little break from working on a PC of a family friend. When I play my music, I get into a groove. It’s a kind of Zen state if you will. It allows me to relax and recharge, all while expressing what little artistic talent I have. If I feel like stopping or have a set time to stop, that’s one thing. But being forced to stop because some cockbag fuckfaced jerkoff decides that’s the time to call me and sell me shit over the telephone makes me want to take a pair of barbed wire fencing pliers, and rip his anus out through his nose.
Now you might say that is a tad extreme. You might even say ” Now Adam, that’s over reacting a bit now ain’t it?” To those that may ask that… you obviously don’t know me very well. That’s not even getting warmed up. I have very, very few real passions in my life. my music is one of them though. So please….. don’t screw with it.
Bro, I trained you well. I think you can take the ‘Jr’ off of the bastard title
sometimes, ya just gotta tell it like it is.