Harry Fall
CHAOS THEORY
Drew was frequently prepared to sacrifice himself to love. Thats what playing in a band was all about. Mostly he would organise gigs in the hidden underground system of tunnels and catacombs that lurk below the streets of Soho. Without much attention to either finesse or sophistication he would lead a retinue of attractive girls down into dark dank corridors, pausing now and again to dwell on the probabilities and offering them small dishes of spaghetti and wilted lettuce. Drew was nothing if not attentive to pointless details.
Standing on stage he carried the burden of rock and roll greatness on his shoulders, his lyrics mesmerising his eager audience. They now knew that the world moved at a certain speed. Drews speed. The speed of chaos. They knew in their hearts it was no longer a theory.
CHAOS THEORY
Drew was frequently prepared to sacrifice himself to love. Thats what playing in a band was all about. Mostly he would organise gigs in the hidden underground system of tunnels and catacombs that lurk below the streets of Soho. Without much attention to either finesse or sophistication he would lead a retinue of attractive girls down into dark dank corridors, pausing now and again to dwell on the probabilities and offering them small dishes of spaghetti and wilted lettuce. Drew was nothing if not attentive to pointless details.
Standing on stage he carried the burden of rock and roll greatness on his shoulders, his lyrics mesmerising his eager audience. They now knew that the world moved at a certain speed. Drews speed. The speed of chaos. They knew in their hearts it was no longer a theory.