if i reach into the deepest part of my mind i have the answer to everything, the answer I recently pulled out was "my relationship with music". when did I play with music? i remember as a child...recording my noise on a reel to reel that was my favorite Christmas gift at age 10, the keyboard that would make so many different sounds,playing records over and over again, thinking if I could just get into the speaker I could be a musician...that is all that it would take but the holes in the speakers were just not big enough for me to crawl through so I would peer into the tiny holes and see the lights twinkling, I could only imagine what was going on in there, I am sure it was dancing. So I danced all over the living room, on the tables, the tapestry couch and the wool rug from India, the drapes became capes.
Where my mind goes when i listen to the play of music, it is far away but yet so near, at my finger tips i melt. I will revisit, re create, my past now with the reel to reel.
To go back and pick up the missing peice.
AF
Where my mind goes when i listen to the play of music, it is far away but yet so near, at my finger tips i melt. I will revisit, re create, my past now with the reel to reel.
To go back and pick up the missing peice.
AF
