Does the Music set the Mood or does the mood set the music? When the music plays a starring role in the life and times like another person in the room. Not like when the music is the only other person in the convenience store. The music blends with is your soul notes, impulses from another time stimulating real and imagined memories. Not a musician but I listen deeply “Every image is a self portrait” Every note a vibration of the soul, both parts of a story inviting you to step in share the roll, become the tale.
Oh Demon Alcohol sad memories I can’t recall. Ray Davies the 70s.
The beat goes on past Shaboo still present in moments of clarity dreams. “He’s doing it by himself” chimes the ray of light who never misses a trick. Very present the feeling of love and need for help.
The soul of the Photographic Artist in etched in the negative. High resolution digital file. Change is constant yet everything remains the same. I wonder?
The trash, the blood sugar charting what I eat memory here escapes me write it down. The music the soul now in the Caribbean Roland Prince, Arnold’s brother. Sitting writing online the music carried me from the south, Slaid Cleaves, Robert Earl Keen, Lucinda Williams stories told I have been there never just through others voices notes. Van Morrison and The Chieftains across the pond to my ancestors I am there past imaginary memories so clear. Morning coffee becomes lunch new testing B+W digital. Free form life’s short defined moments. peace pjc
Coffee, Music and Meds.
