music is my therapy – the autoimmune hippie.

beethoven never heard the 9th. . .

I realize it’s common knowledge that Beethoven had lost his hearing and still continued to compose his greatest works until the end of his life.

Gonna choose sunlight Gonna drink wine Bound to win a few fights, before my time Gonna make love now Ain’t the future bright Gonna be

Today I’m going to tell a part of my story that I’ve never written before – and I don’t know why. It changed so much

As I wrote in my most recent post – last week – things have been sickly for me lately. Sometimes it just happens that way.

The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely