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have you ever gone downstairs to a place where vinyl & plastic steel strings & code surrender to electric feedback storyland soul where a single mosquito buzz thirsty resides skillful & deft heart in his ears listening for blood pulsing warm beat i have & i tell you lifelines are sweet the delight is gentle the bliss & joy bites chord memories ghostly future past am going downstairs before winter snows blind grateful hope restless & old embracing eternal comfort most affectionate friend play again & again & again ……… Louie Louie ……. amen. - See: Writings Personal ::note:: ... each year we meet twice at most ... 25 years ago we met everyday a classroom away ... still the most creative musical educator anyone could meet ... thanks...

no place on earth doomed temple vexing the water stain islands on carpet of green prophesying ruin random flakes drop from the cracked ceiling tracking decay on the right a row of windows frame intimate gold twilight concerning least of all the late night pillar rope pull all seek consolation in this summer repeating words of romeo - See: Writings ::note:: ... summer of perpetual yearning ...

no place on earth doomed temple vexing the water stain islands on carpet of green prophesying ruin random flakes drop from the cracked ceiling tracking decay on the right a row of windows frame intimate gold twilight concerning least of all the late night pillar rope pull all seek consolation in this summer repeating words of romeo