Bobby Bobson. Egotistical self prophecy mounting in the moment. Exploring the individual spectacle of human interactment. The sights and sounds captured on the spinning vinyl. Art imitating life imitating the writing on the wall. Salt of the earth, spoiled and rotten in nourishment. Consuming intolerable amounts of addictive chemicals all bolstering with self control. Self obsessions shivering in seconds. Pondering possible emergency exit routes. Words that pulsate in admission and conecession. In other words just an ordinary joe.