I have eaten half a Marlboro cigarette pack worth of pcp enhanced pot sticks after getting paranoid after seeing a cop car stop at a red light across from Sudsy Malone’s near UC campus in Cincinnati and managed to score a jingle contract and performed at least part of- or possibly all of the Emperor piano concerto at music hall for an audition.
I don’t remember much of it but I got paid for the incidental music and/or jingles and passed the audition so I know I must done ok. It doesn’t take much to write music for detergent advertising.
The brain is terrible thing.
