Work Sucks

Exhibit A: I did not used to be a head on an arm. I had many other appendages. A leg here, an armpit there. I had two ears. But this is what I'm reduced to. Because of work. See Exhibit A.

It is quite clear that music-making is fun. And everyone loves music, right? But music isn't free, well, it's free for you but it's not free for me to make, and this is how I pay the bills. By selling my blood and body parts to a global science hegemon.

Exhibit B: The Rion Rose rides a mighty steed named Randy. He's blue. And now he's broken and at the mechanic's shop because of the many miles required to travel to please the mighty science hegemon and the music fans. Oh, my many music fans. It's hard to be so loved, and so important at the same time. I'm just so important. Alas.

Exhibit C: I don't generally pick my nose in public. On occasion, when alone or with my steed I'll finger out something that just doesn't belong. Lately I'm finding long white hairs in my cavernous preboscus. I'm losing my hair! Though you'll see my head (on an arm) still has a healthy head of quickly greying hair, my nose it's loosing its locks! Exhibit C people.

So if you love the music. If you love me and you want my body parts back. Send money.

And cookies.