a pad accident
my darkest nightmare confirmed
emptiness outside
disintegration
ghost i worship 4 years on
emptiness inside
only truth ive known
over the wet florida sky
last night in dream died
there’s nothing i can say
in tradition hands are tied
by custom i sit silent
my true love last night in dream died.
There’s something campy and demented about William Steffey’s Hot Rod Stigmata that reminds me of the Butthole Surfers if they could stand still for enough
This week, CHIRP Radio’s DJ Ninja speaks with Chicago mainstay, William Steffey. They talk about his most recent album, ATYPICAL, the release of his single,
Step out of your crisp blue winter evening and into the wild swing of Archibald Motley Jr.’s Nightlife; a vivid portrayal of the hip nocturnal
