M♯♫♬♪♫♩♭Scareeeeee's on the wall
Scareeeee's on his way....

Layne had an incredible energy within him. He was so very passionate and dedicated to the music he loved and helped launch. Looking back, it was brutal to wittness that burning intensity succumb to what became his arduous toil to just stay afloat. It must have been hell to have been close to him; watching as his focus became blurred and then to see him untimately lost in the darkness. 

Song lyrics have long been used as a cry for help by countless musicians throughout the relatively short history of rock n roll, and Layne was an undisputed master at this. DIRT is distinguished as a genuinely brilliant and honest [self?]portrait of addiction. It eloquintly confronts the destruction and confusion experienced as a situation becomes hopeless. The CD is a surge of adrenaline dedicated to anger, but it's tempered with hauntingly sensual imagery delivered with a no holds barred rock n roll approach. Without a doubt, a quintessencial masterpiece.

Exactly a hundred years earlier, Vincant van Gogh was hard at work on a very similar body of work. In retrospect, isn't it beautiful? But we must never forget the lives that were sacrificed for these creations.

I will feel the pain that AIC embedded within those songs for all of my days, but I sense the hope as well. Art is so much more than a pretty picture for the wall or a bouncey rhythmic flow of words. It's the physical embodiment of our energetic spirit.

Thanx, Dee

♫♬♫AND YOU SHOULDA KNOWN BETTER♬♪

♫♩FASTERRR WE RUUUUN♫♬♪♫♩