For Linda, and those Fluevog Heidi boots… 🙂 . Never felt right
for me. Sloppy here Too tight there Almost like they just weren’t
meant to be. Then you came along singing those songs inspir...
I open an innocuous box to find a starry sky, music for the spheres,
time travel. I open an innocuous box to find sparkling stars that make
me smile remembering. . . . and since the box contained...
I heard you sent it and it makes me smile to know my mail box will
receive a gift from the past. When it arrives I will float back in
time, swim in memories for a while, then break the surface to...
I was the lone talentless one in a room of musicians. As each took his
place, at his instrument I turned on the cassette recorder, determined
to capture the moment. I collapsed onto the couch, in...
A Salmon Arm Roots & Blues Festival poem . They’re dancing at the
main stage Melodies entwining in their hair Pulses beating with the
rhythm of the musicians everywhere.
Bwa ha ha ha ha! This totally cracks me up! (Having played a
theremin, and all) If this doesn’t make sense to you, here is
theremin virtuoso Clara Rockmore in action:
For my eighteenth birthday He wrote me a song. Flutes and strings
danced in my honour, a musical farewell, recorded on cassette. I
filled the rest of the tape with a treasury of captured moment...
