It probably should be said, that in the swirling constellations of music that guided my adolescent life, none shone as brightly nor guided me as faithfully as the brilliant Triangulum of the Police, Rush, and the Cars. Perhaps an odd mix of genres, but that didn’t matter: when I wanted to chill, or jam, or […]
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Tagged: love
It all begins with a bassline. In this case, it’s a solo ascending scale that drops back to E, but that’s merely part of the story. The real story is the reason that bassline is included here. In my early life I was diagnosed with many talents; as a child I would regularly draw cartoons, […]
It’s a pretty singular image in my mind: I am hurtling through the High Plains dark on Route 2, the scenic route across Nebraska that evidently includes the pathway of Col. Wm Custer on his rendezvous with destiny. I am driving an elderly black BMW 528e and there’s not much rain hitting the windshield because […]
©1995 Mindhue Studio The heated fires that drove me here Blasting an in-line six Now cooled into a curve that curls Her hair, her hand, her wrist The glowing coals that bake and bend the snow-white dough The coal-black steel my heart expands and tempers here Passion with warmth, sacrifice with compromise These are love’s […]