vote me in
As it does every four years, the US political circus is reaching fever pitch. In 1992, another election year — one that seems almost cuddly in retrospect — Myself a Living Torch was hard at work in San Francisco experimenting with guitar samples and recording a set of bitter-tinged indie rock symphonies. Given the present climate of world affairs, one song from the MaLT oeuvre in particular begs to be dusted off and broadcast through the bullhorn. Now remastered and re-envisi
