DALLAS SAID, "YES" | So I put a ring on it. And from November 3rd to December 3rd we cranked the project out... from slate to gate. Along the way we gotRead More
In My Own Hand
MY HANDS | The most immediate connecting-agents to the worlds I perceive. And when they meet with the achromatic semitones, electricity fires in my brain and races through my skin. Sensations and environs so familiar generate a quiet, rooted confidence not unlike linguistic fluency. In a sheer second's time, a new idea forms -- then informs my heart. Pulses respond, incitement ensues and at once doubles, beating blood-rhythms into...
Filtering by Category: The Bells of Good Will
SOME CHILDREN | 'Tis no hyperbole: I get to make fun noises with some remarkable music-buddies. And if the task-du-jour is one of my own curation, then to a "man" those buddies would likely betray how I consistently lead us to the very fire's-edge.
It must have something to do with myRead More
OUR CALENDARS | -- poised to make good on their threats -- shall shortly fade 2015 to an echo and wade our world waist-deep in the maturing effects of this El Niño. Does a change in atmosphere ever bring you instantly to a former time and place, much like the unexpected arrival of a familiar scent? Walk outside just now; breathe in. Where were you this time last orbit, early December? Which passions had your pursuit, and who was there by your side?...Read More