Cryptic Music Post

I love the touch of watching the stars ...
I love the sound of trashing guita-a-a-a-a-rs ...

Custom made
Townshend's ace
Smash the axe and
Break the case

I love the sound of crashing guitars
Crashing and crashing

(The six-string kick inside.)
(The six-string kick inside.)

The back of my head feels squeezed flat from tension.

Mao mao mao.

Remembering to breathe, cap'n.

(I wonder how many people listening to Roxette when this album was released got 'Townshend's ace' without having to have it explained to them. It cracked me the fuck up on first hearing.)