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Last Christmas, I gave him a Ninja Turtle ornament, because he invited me over, and I felt I should show up with something, besides my musical ability, and manic state. We had been impromptu jamming, on and off, for months, … Continue reading
He wanted to be Kurt Cobain, except Cobain was already gone, and he was still here, though he didn’t want to be. He made me his muse, I didn’t want to be, but I was. So I played my piano, … Continue reading
I’d like to pay homage, to the following men, those I wish, to never see again. The one who flirted with the waitress, the one who may have been racist, the one in love with his ex, the one who … Continue reading
Let me take you back, about a month or two, I had a horrendous cold, though felt more like the flu. I could barely leave the bathroom, let alone comb my hair, and needed to go to the pharmacy, the … Continue reading
I wrote a song about you, it wasn’t good. The rhythm was off, the melody too complicated. I didn’t know how to end it, so I just let it fade.
Your digital piano, is powered by electricity, but without you, it stands in silence. You play every day. You have to. It kinda keeps you breathing. Then one day, mid-song, the power goes out. It’s happened before. You call your … Continue reading