Review Summary: Your healthy cooking! BONUS: tips for how to play the guitar fast!
There are farts and then there are riffs. Between the sea is guitars. Naught but one can reside in the matrix. Will you join the party? There are only so many ways a man can die. Perhaps that will persuade you to damage your hearing. Perhaps not. Perhaps………
Outside space and time there is another realm: a realm of infinite motion. Jason is in the stars there somewhere, but what does he do? He plays the guitar, and he does so with flour based riffs. They indeed come with weight, and if you connect the stars, you may find a picture of Jason’s face. You may also float on a celestial cloud of synthesizers. Or you may not, either way, he plays the guitar furiously, almost like he’s murdering his own child, but he’s not. The rhythms change, the dance sways, the energy pulses, or maybe that was my dick. He probably enjoyed the rhythm of the dance, but I ask you this: did you enjoy it?
Indeed, how many times can progressive, djenty, triple thick milkshake riffs go hard until they become flaccid? Will there be a towel to sop up the mess of noodles or will we give standing ovations at every tiny strum? I tire of the answer, and yet am amused for I cannot play the guitar in such a manner. My fingers are steady, yet not steady enough to be a world record breaking guitarist. So before you dive into this forest I end, fittingly, with a poem:
The riffs between us grow weary
My chin hairs cannot feel the wind
Perhaps in time, in a new horizon we can jump into a basket together
Do you like freshly cooked fish?
This is foolishness, you would never love me
It seems my only friend is the riff
