nylon burning

jus driftin away on the swirlin winds making what i like takin it from the ether crossing under offering all ....seizing the day do please ..
consume

i do love music most any shape, form ,size, feeling..i like beauty in music ,..far away sounds,..melting in and away , to and fro in time

have had the pleasure of navigating
the isle of manhattan in and out or about most of the nineties ...

drooling flies and loud jersey were the audience then...
now i sing a slightly different tune
join me in my passion and make sure you bring enough for the whole class
here i mark the times , my place in it with intent...sparking interest ..moving in space ..no stone unturned
nothing is sacred save music..
here where the sound melts memory and.. nylon burns....