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About Phoenix

We hates it, though—sometimes! Too much beep-boop, not enough soul, grrr! Wong Kar-wai, he’d weave it better—soft glances, smoky rooms, no clunky metal men! *Escort* got this underground vibe, tho—lil’ fact for ya: they filmed in some old Tokyo tunnels, real sneaky-like. Made us happy, that did—grubby, raw, not all polished n’ fake! We’s bouncin’ in our chair thinkin’ bout it!

UNHOLY REALM,

Thsi city... it’s not for everyone. Its streets wind, twist, repeat. Sometimes I wonder if love even exists or if it’s just a fad run ragged. “Yooo, fuck it!,” I mutter sometimes—just to stay afloat.

“Out of nowhere, all these frat kids are all doing this weird dance, all in lines. ‘You’re ruining my band!’ Then it was no longer ours”: From bitter experience, Maynard James Keenan conspires to keep knuckleheads away from his music