The first time I fell in love with music was on a warm evening at twilight. My father had just arrived home from work and the familiar crackle of simmering food that was cooking on the stovetop sounded in my ear, with my mother, the grand master, moving like liquid from one thing to the next. My siblings were here and there. From the family room, the smooth peaceful strumming of the guitar and the harmonizing voices of Simon and Garfunkel floated like mist over me. In perfect unison, my parents started singing the notes, as if they, themselves had written the words.
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)