written for me.

[armyofbob]

"he takes his hand, and runs it across the smooth vinyl, gripping layers of sound with his fingerprints. but that's not even the amazing thing. what was once a smooth rhythm in time, is now...played back, rewound. he can freeze one moment, and hold it there...poised under his digit...waiting for the revolution. he can twist that moment, make it move backwards, upside down, flip flopped, hip hopped and distorted until all that matters is the scratch. he can speed everything up, too. move things forward at an accelerated pace. slow things down, move it around to suit his needs. take your pick, he can go both ways. any ways. all ways. cycled back into him and it spins around, it will forever, but the god with the guts to grab the world and shake it up - deserves to be heard.

it's all about respect. "
-J. Lee, 2004