Kurtis Hayfield
If this were Missouri, St. Louis perhaps, one would have to say he was born of the river, with ghosts of Tom and Huck, of traveling preachers, and practitioners of doom, lurking in the big muddy, fishing to find a flashing moment of inspiration. But this is the High Plains, the Queen City of the West, so born of hills and of dust, lets say, of landscapes varied and howling fields, of river ponds and of city streets and scorched alleys, of hollow buildings echoing the crumbling of the trains at three am, before the sunrise. There is only a small river here, the pulse arrived on the rails, was transferred to cars and trucks, dispersed. Now forgotten in junk yards and salvage yards, hidden, quiet, waiting and wanting. From here he sings these songs. If the void is embraced,What will it become?,spirited along by a blood fisted engine and whispers from a porch in the minds eye of a dead man , favors and craft passed on through decades,still fresh in the sweat of its captors. T.A.P./ W D.H.

Favorite Links
Why, because i like em www.broadwaymusicco.co/harmony.htm
Bikes,Parts,Girls,its all there www.cyclegarden.com
The Revolution down unda!! www.augogo.com
You need all the right records ,tonight! www.midnightrecords.com
Me Motabike. www.greasykulture.com
Guitars for mints... and other real folks www.fatdawg.com
Truck drivin s.o.b.s www.crosstops.com
Im dirty,yep! www.getdirty.com
Fast cars, high art of mopar perspective www.mrmopar.com
H1 and H2 injected smokin' death www.kawasakitriplesworldwide.com
Buy a mopar,and plenty of tools! www.wildcatmopars.com
Jake is back!,don't miss this! www.lordsofaltamont.com