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When It Disappears
photo credit: Bill Cottman
When It Disappears
I love music when it’s searching
When the sounds aren't sure
When one note connects
Like family and new resolutions
Form through extempore solos
I love music when it’s copulating
When it’s out there on edge
When the Cats
Playing it are out there
Defying boundaries
Reaching for blue-green-lavender
Sound shapes
...Monday 27th January 2014 3:24 pm
Waiting For A Spaceship
photo credit Teresa Boardman
I'm playing dark history. It's beyond black. I'm dealing with the dark things of the cosmos. The dark things are the unknown things. I'm dealing with the dark spirit of all nations, the part of them they know nothing about. What I'm dealing with is so vast and great that it can't be called the truth. It's above the truth. I'm dealing with the potential of people. I...
Wednesday 11th January 2012 6:46 pm
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