Headed In a Back-Words Direction (Eternal-Reverb)

(how well I could play) in a straight forward way; simplifying it, making it more pure in a clear sound, turning it up and bearing down... there'd be distortion, red-anger, punk-blue, get it up tough, keep it going, 'cause I didn't know what else to do. at fifteen I was unreasonably accomplished with those long dynamic echo-delayed riffs; at eleven I was sleeping in the back of a car surrounded by books an amp and a guitar, rolling around with the sound of a welt chord, a grace note, Henry Miller and Nietzsche; laying-down these upholstery-songs in the summer of seventy-eight where reverb was explored beyond the return of counter-culture, going 'round the bend, headed in a back-words direction again