“He pointed to Butt, behind his drum set. "There he is. Don't smell so good and can't hardly talk. But he can drub those drums better than the best... and this is Mr. Jerod Powers, the Golden Boy.” — Leander Watts Copy Share Image
“Weep not for me, my friends so dear. I am not dead, just sleeping here. My grassy bed, my grave you see. Prepare in… — Leander Watts Copy Share Image
“He pointed to Butt, behind his drum set. "There he is. Don't smell so good and can't hardly talk. But he can drub those… — Leander Watts Copy Share Image
“We see our friends are round us falling. We see them buried deep in dust. In solemn silence yet they're calling. Prepare for death,… — Leander Watts Copy Share Image
“Relly fired off the opening riff. Butt laid down the beat, old doom and new joy mixed together. "I wait till I, like fire,… — Leander Watts Copy Share Image
