The variety of musical experience, dedication & aesthetic never ceases to amaze & enthuse me. Scrawled on the wall of an abandoned building in cursive spraypaint a band's name makes itself known, probably unknown to the happenstance reader, and yet so meaningful to its author. In our sneakers and boots, coats and hair we embody the sountrack of our lives & days, walk inside the music that gives us our rhythms, melodies, distortions and harmonies. In the eyes, the intensities, in the expression and through the stance, we are given words for the wordless, and more meaning where there was none before.

Decorate me musically in life and after make a tune that the kids can hum.

An old friend of mine... not that HE'S old, but moreso that we've been friends for long enough that I FEEL old... contacted me the other day and opened a window onto his life for me -- a gallery of images of places he'd been, things he'd done and people he'd met. For the most part, I guess that that is what this blog is for me -- a visual representation of the architecture of my life, an x-ray shot of the skeleton of my existence.

With that in mind, then, here's a few more for the bucket...

Rock on Peter... I miss our good conversation.