Heresy is rightly my tool, while I
wait for tomorrow not to happen.
We dissolve our hearts in the weak
promo shit that foams on a galid dance floor.
There’ll be no great tales in your time, only errors
and more crushing lessons from her thresher field.
aewatkins(c)2021
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About a. edward watkins
With the exception of 2 years study of western music theory and harmony- I am a
self taught percussionist, writer and abstract painter. Not your drummer boy drummer - not your writerly writer nor the painterly painter. Creativity is an integral aspect
of my existence - as it is for us all - in some form or another. My experiences in life
have informed and shaped my world view profoundly. I am the disrupter - the never quite satisfied - the relentless creator of word, sound and image. I question the answers and question the questions.