Put Beck, Tom Waits, Pink Floyd, and The Pixies on an operating table, inject a bolt of lightning, stitch up the scars, and the creature you get is Shadows From The Underground.

Shadows from the Underground is JM Moore. J was born in New Orleans with an umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and music in his blood. You will find him there every few years, wandering the 4 am streets in search of something no tavern or brothel can offer.

It is said that he first made a guitar scream under the orange haze glow of the Los Angeles wilderness, amidst a vast sea of withered smiles and shattered dreams. Some say he is possessed by the mojo voodoo. Still others describe him as an obsessive madman, unwilling to think twice about locking himself in a basement dungeon for months, until the next collection of songs emerges, lest his head explodes.

Now he awaits the next Colorado blizzard, with a drawl and a tan, and a tremolo twang, hoping the frozen blanket of silence will calm the fire that is hard-boiling his heart. He is out there, somewhere in the humdrum, disguised as one of us.

Musings ballads and paradoxes

Musings ballads and paradoxes (instrumental)