Friday, September 16, 2016

What's A Tisket?

These are the strangest days of my lifetime. On some days I have to remind myself that the joy is all inside. The music swirls around me and no record label owns it. The art is in the trees and the mountains and on the waves. Those gallery owners in SOHO peddle stained canvas if we don't support them. More than ever I waller in my failures.

Never given the offer, you never sell out. Now, let's rock.

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