The earliest memory I've been able to drag from the rusting vault is one of me sitting on a bare concrete floor, lit by angled sunlight, while my father painted 'Cannon' on the lid of a small, green, moulded-cardboard suitcase. In my twenties (perhaps thirties — I don't remember ;-D), I related the scene to [...]
While I was out walking this morning, a song from my 2014 CD Invisible popped up on my playlist. With rekindled memories I listened to a few other tracks and decided that the quality of my home studio recording and mixing back in 2012/13/14 was pretty good, after all. Anyway I digress; as I listened [...]
One of the joys of having a number of decades behind you, is each carries a plethora of memories and experiences. One might argue there is something wrong with a psychology if one tends only to remember great experiences in amazing detail, good experiences fairly and, bad? Well, for me the 'bad' seem to vaguely [...]
Here comes another day, and it’s hauntingly familiar.
She left without a word, there's not much one can say.