look… can you see?    a brand new, squeaky clean, shinny, unbent, undented, unscratched thing to contemplate... cold off the astral plane. welcome to onebandmanjo... play the jukebox 'til your lobes tingle... if aversion to the diversion of sounds of hermits, and hillbillies, hippies, and hell raisers, and higher powers beyond even your simple words of myth is what you confront... then love every delight you will... if you detest all, but senses beyond your existence force you to persevere, simply collapse into the primal soul.  showers of ones and zeros and  zeros and zeros and ones will carry you beyond the inner shell of this space.

the jukebox is the noise of the voids that fill onebandmanjo... noodles.. ideas.. practices..  jams.. disasters..  blinding ignorance..  the box does hold the juke.

if like the stuff you do  speak do not fear...
sounds to your ears... tell back true  what you hear....
the flattened spheres can and will roll again...

day by day.. press on .. press play... 
..........again........................................................................................................ enjoy. -obm

prepare your finest ear.. load your mice...  fire your clicks...  aim true.. the target is above.. shoot strait, and enter an ever changing domain of sonic delight.