This is what I drew while listening to Jimi Hendrix’s “Cry of Love” and Chris Isaak’s “Blue Hotel” albums (on vinyl of course). Sure was a lot of blues crying for love in those two hotels. Chris Isaak can be be a bit depressing at times, what with his hauntingly mournful moans of lost love and relationships turning to shit (“Funeral in the rain” a case in point). But, he has a great guitar player backing him up with a ton of reverb-laden licks. Hendrix is always uplifting (‘excuse me while I kiss the sky’).
This part, what you’re reading, is the afterglow, the drawing over with – a little pillow talk. Sometimes after a particularly zesty session of drawing I’m exhausted. Don’t wanna lay around and talk. Just wanna get up, put on my clothes and get the hell outta here.