Inside the Sun is the first artist on Yeay! to have no connection to western
mass. He came to us in a dream - one man, a tattered brown paper bag of shredded
drumsticks, a wounded guitar, the occasional casio, thump, crack, and hiss.
what we saw in the delirious humidity of a kentucky summer evening is still
dragging around in our collective pants to this day. here's a picture. it
sounds better that it looks, and so we put out his tapes. it should also be
noted that beneath the disguise helmet, there is a fine soulful songster who
dribbles in crooked whispers of melancholy and wonder.
contact him. checkout puzzling
music for his MP3's.. please check shows
page. he's ALWAYS on tour.