Monday, November 26, 2018

Of Strings Familiar

I looked down at the guitar on my lap, wiping out the day's dust and hustle, oh so silent now, resting from what was a relentless chucking of those strings.

Then.

You realize the guitar is the most felt up thing in your life... what does it mean? 

                   Nobody else to feel.

                                      But you do feel.

So you put it somewhere and it vibrates and it vibrates some more, electrically crushing out of a bedroom speaker.



Friday, November 23, 2018

Saturday, November 17, 2018

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Monday, November 5, 2018