What Crosses My Mind

  • These are the people I remember

    I listen to a certain melody to bring me somewhere, need to step out of where I am, perhaps an escape, one might call it a sojourn, only works when I can find my right rhythm, my beat, my way of departing from my real place, into that world of imagination. I use music to…

  • Meaning What?

    When that happens, the music, lyrics take you somewhere, not even words, sounds, utterances, setups, beauty and grace and elegance all of these catch words, memory, when I was seventeen years old and I noticed her, that lasting beauty a voice so pure on a piece of vinyl, the radio, in a studio, just the…