Jamsessions of Babylon

It's been an extensive move back to the native stomping grounds of the Witter Clan.
They call it the old farm house, they say there's nothing out here but a cesspit of desolation. Sure, call it what you want. For me, it's a place of nonexistence. All time seems to stop here. Just when you think you've forgotten what's going on in the city, the other side, you find out you haven't missed a thing. Two weeks is little difference between two months. Once the mind melds into the absence of time and all distractions are eradicated, creativity sets in. Be it musical or artistry. I can't stay out here too much longer though. As the old saying goes, too much of a good thing will do one harm, and it's so easy to forget.

"If you die in Babylon, you stay in Babylon." -Stangler, Carnivàle