Echos Of Existence

  We know now that a text is not a line of words releasing a single ‘theological’ meaning (the ‘message’ of the Author- God) but a multi-dimensional space in which a variety of writings, none of them original, blend and clash. The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture. — Roland Barthes

 I would almost follow through with that paranoia.. .almost, It is not the substances. It is what occurred. There are layers to it. Layered atop the disorder that began in 2005 sits the fact that a younger brother’s killer remains free, the case still unresolved. An older brother was visited after his end; the heart finally failed when the pacemaker stopped. Foul play is suspected, or perhaps a staged disappearance for safety. The same quiet hope attaches to the father—that something did not add up and they simply slipped from view.

words are borrowed.

Saw a living legend today. 

Side note. I like recording, the processes etc, it's just the process of feeling the music, of playing it as a unique piece, one off, each time that I am most impressed with.  Side note, shit I forgot what it was ...I hear music off in the distance somewhere, and a cheering crowd. Thank you. 

 I need to figure out how to walk away from the washing machine with 100% efficiency...how my f brain works i had an answer before i could type the problem...im not mad, lets make music...

 she IS music.