You’re any kind of artist? Anybody know who you are? Maybe everybody else wants to enjoy the peace and quiet. This is one of the most important places in all of North America and who are you? Who are you? You miserable presumptuous no talent. You’re no artist. An artist respects the silence that serves as the foundation of creativity.You obviously don’t have the talent. You don’t have enough respect for yourself or other people, or know what it is to express yourself. In music or any form of creativity. And I’m an NYU film school graduate, suckah. And the School of Visual Arts. And the Academy of Art University in San Fransisco. You suck. You’re a no talent.If you really have talent, go practice. And then get yourself a gig, instead of ruining the end of the day for everybody down here, you disgrace. You are everything that’s gone wrong in this world. You’re a self consumed, no-talent, mediocre piece of ♥♥♥♥. And I’ve earned my right to say it, Okay?I had 200,000 people with Bill Graham, in 1975. I walked Bob Dylan up on stage. Who the ♥♥♥♥ are you. I knew the Grateful Dead from 1966. Who the ♥♥♥♥ are you? You’re nothing, you're nothing. You are nothing. And you will never be anything. Never. How dare you? How dare you. You miserable, mediocre nothing. Shame on you. You crack a stupid little smile, you little pimp. Go learn to play. Go learn to play. You’re flat. You can’t even carry a note. I don’t care about your little horn lip, it doesn’t mean you know how to play. You’re flat. I’m trained classically, I’m trained contemporaneously, and you suck.

The cursed land lies deep in a dense colorless forest. Hidden within this land is an ancient city once known to the forest folk as the holy land. Buried in the depths of the city a warning was discovered long after the rulers had fallen. Grave misfortune will befall those who behold the idol that stares into the darkness. The Idol taken from the ancient land led the kingdom down a path of destruction. The Idol Must be returned. Under a dark and cloudy sky the sword master led his man to the ancient land. The cursed land swallowed the soldiers... and all that remained was dark silence.