Meet Marston, Lord of the Cello.
We met Marston on the street in Palm Springs, where he had planted himself in front of his own wind machine – because you just cannot really claim to be awesome if you don’t have your own wind machine – and was rocking out on his six-string cello. His gold-look chest plate and head band and flowing leather coat made it clear that he meant business, and what a business it was:
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If sperm whales were metalheads, this is the music that they’d listen to. It’s the Embodiment of Epic Romanticism.
We’re in love, people. Gods help us.
(Our California ‘Mama Needs A Break’ Getaway is courtesy of California. We love California. The Lord of the Cello, Fingers of Flame, was really just a bonus.)
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I will now add a wind machine to my list of must haves. And maybe a permanent key light that makes my hair all glowy.
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i-Flow.. so advanced.. !!