I was searching for a little stress relief in a last minute cram session…. When what delicious bliss should bear presence upon my ravenous ears….. Little Wing, ripping off the lengths of a Soul Blown Microphone….. tickling and giggling those fret-filling fingers, all the way down to my toes. (Oh, my soul for some blues!) […]
Swirling through time and multiple dimensions, this song reoccurs in all my life’s adventures.
The First in a series, tying music to memories; the music that is more than just a song to me, but a piece of my soul.
What’s in a name?
It was hard to write a post for today, since the word prompted memories I’d rather replace. It’s not enjoyable, in fact, it rather sucks; but the truth beacons to be free from the depths where it’s been hiding deep inside of me.