Johnny Kielbasa's Sausage Hut

Johnny Kielbasa’s Intergalactic Mothership of 21st Century Pudding Funk grips a facefull of spacetime and shoots through the fabric of reality to an audacious audio nebula that stretches from the soupy coagulate of the early universe to the molten plasma of the far future and straight back again into your earslots to power your drive, cardio, pizza party, and everything in between. On the journey, we take a moment to remember those we’ve lost with poetry in motion: The Afterglow of Tragedy Here we sit In the afterglow Of tragedy Yet again Love Teeters As it should Upon life’s definite precipice Glorious in its paradox Taken for granted And ever-fleeting Loss Ominous in permanence An indefatigable enemy That we fight And absorb Nonetheless And we Among the embers Commingle Commiserate Coerce Conspire Coagulate Confide Co-exist Regardless Irregardless Irreverent Weaving a requiem Born Of mutual history Of mutual respect Of mutual admiration Of mutual dedication And individual joy And individual pai