*At first all one can hear is
this, clearly played through classic Muggle speakers, the sound quality slightly scratchy but otherwise clear...*
"Jesus... Good stuff, man..."
*quiet sigh*
"Real good stuff... Too bad he only made it to 27... I wonder what he'd have been capable of after only a few more years..." *quiet cough, sound of glass breaking (A thrown beer bottle)*
"Musical god, man... Just like Morrison... Gods..."
*quiet silence, oddly respectful feel*
"Woulda been great to fuckin' see him in concert, man... Saw Morrison a few times, that kicked ass... But Hendrix? ... Jesus..."
[[OOC: Yep, Paul's muttering and talking to himself again, he forgot his journal is next to him... Feel free to remind him or poke at him! ^.^]]