“May the noise in you power you to grow to make music again”
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
to a growing existence…
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
Growing up without television in rural North Carolina, imagination is the key to recreation.. It’s the 90’s and life is an adventure, with wooded trails to explore, bases … Continue reading Finding the Words