Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.
i invented rhythm. surely i'm not asserting that i found this magnificent audible revelation overnight, but i am claiming that somewhere in a past life i had to have been a part of a soundful discovery.
lately i have been walking to destinations. planting the soles of my feet into the cellular ground establishing a unique sense of photosynthesis. my fingerprints vibrate and nerve signals rupture at an electrifying rendition. at points i'm so involved with the music that i'm