That it had been an unspoken tradition, that decade after decade, generation after generation, that a calling of youth would take to emerge from the shambles and dusty cellars of our cities, to assimilate themselves in debauchery and rebel from their parents. Almost like a ceremonial dance of passing, they would take following with the devil's music. Young adults and teenagers from urban, rural, and suburban areas, like maturing mammals, find themselves in a reassessment of their conscience. They are beckoned by heed, hypnotized though alluring melodies, feeling compelled to new math and relishing in a medium that preserves their stories. To them a calling and sure sign of their salvation. Their individuality. Did I say it yet? Their Rebellion! But from what again? I mentioned who they were, and I also stated that music was the vessel and the embodiment of their spirit. Yes, music. From it, they could recharge. Rege...
A collection by Patrick Smith