Sitting down in the rehearsal room, we all looked at each other, smiling. A phat bowl was being passed around, it’s smoke filling up the room with a dense fog. The ritual was beginning. All five of us knew why we were there. We were going to unleash the weeks anger, frustration, dreams and experiences onto our defenseless instruments. It was all going to come out in the open, unobstructed by the inhibitions that restrain us during the day. The music was bigger than any of us. It was honest. It had many layers of meaning. It was obviously beautiful. Closing our eyes, letting it flow, it was the purpose of our lives. The most exhilarating feeling was to exist and create on the same level. We were all part of a unit, understanding each other, working towards the same goal, belonging heart and soul to the truth. The energy was like a bright light, sweet ether, enveloping us and any incidental observer in the room. As the music revealed itself, it was more obvious to all that we had to make these feelings public, record them on an album. It was time… STALKER NJs Hottest Bastards Metal Band 1988-1995 'Peyote Picnic' CD Trg Records 1994 Smooth Thang We Bring Pain Into the Jungle 3 am Nothin' The Soul Until Tonight Help Us. 'Vol 1' CD Trg Records 1989 Lies and Love Goodtime Gypsy Rock A Little Bit of Blues After the Love Angle Heart Check Out: http://www.myspace.com/stalkernj http://www.myspace.com/insaints http://www.myspace.com/thefedz