Several times a minute or day, you will ask you or me just what it all means, or what it is all about. Answers, inherently vague and inevitably evasive, arrive like gumdrops and rocketships. That is to say that we do not believe in answers unless answers are saturated and covered in sugar (because it is good and sweet), or sticking all over your hands (because answers come with a consequence (( always read the label!))). And a fair amount of questions of varying natures come from being BMC, as well as from hearing and seeing and thinking BMC.

BMC is about as clear as opaque can be; a silver in a quarry of nickel. Whether immolated Buddhist drunks, sadistic dental freaks, or stunning Baywatch hunks, BMC is there and theirs, and yours if you want it. And if you need it. BMC gets the sticky stuff of your hands, recycling it into rocketship fuel, for a rocketship you can never own, never buy, never sell, and only and always share. It is easy to see what you believe you believe you see, and easy to believe what you see believed, and more is more or less more less than more, but the more you see believed, the less belief you see. That said, if you BMC, you are more or less likely to believe.

If that wasn't lucid enough or even if it was then it will be necessary for you to attend a BMC show or several shows, for the answer is something that you and only you will be able to find. To ease into 'BMC' you may want our latest CD 'On A Rolling Donut'.