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recording one last improv for the year and something is broken on my axe perhaps the jack or killswitch not making proper contact leaving me blowing notes into the wind just like it should be and is By: via qwertymonk

coasting into town on fumes music theory dissolving with each note blown finding the way of the ear after all these wars after all these years By: via qwertymonk

i step outside for a couple of deep breaths and feel all moisture instantly freeze By: via qwertymonk

fifteen degrees below zero By: via qwertymonk

up all night By: via qwertymonk

2 coughing and waking up a lot maybe no sleep tonight By: via qwertymonk

grateful to play music and sip gin while watching a show with wife after long day going through all the stuff of the day as 2 coughs through the monitor probably awake in a couple hours but it’s supposed to be tough right now By: via qwertymonk

we have reached our high of six degrees below zero By: via qwertymonk

fourteen below zero By: via qwertymonk

waving to the storm as it heads out to sea i know how weather is By: via qwertymonk

just about to sleep and 2 wakes quaking By: via qwertymonk

both boys asleep sipping and playing a rare respite and grateful for it By: via qwertymonk

6 having time with just his dad is a rare event and he was so sweet he transformed into scholar boy after we talked a while with his notebook and pencil making mandarin chinese characters and doing math equations which led to drawings of utmost beauty and raw clarity i am in awe of him By: via qwertymonk

i am ok i played guitar for three minutes By: via qwertymonk

majority of the night awake and the day a non stopper what can be done but enjoy the sizzle By: via qwertymonk

i might do everything wrong in this world but i’ll do it with love By: via qwertymonk

crying into my thelonious monk washing dishes missing my mom and sisters and nieces and nephews i am blessed to be alive enough for this and everything By: via qwertymonk

holding your hand in hell i appear to be a demon but look closer through the flames By: via qwertymonk

been no music for days and days even in the deepest blue By: via qwertymonk

full of holes from the bully’s sword cry cry old fool it is so simple By: via qwertymonk