Distance used to separate us entirely. Historically, a tract of three thousand miles was once a wall that only the thoughts of our minds could cross. Our bodies, it’s true, are still restricted by our geography, but our hearts, minds and melodies have been set free enough to sing in harmony. Last night Steffe, Shaun…
Music
The Mariachis In The Storm
by LukeSpartacus •
You don’t think about these things until they happen, and having just experienced it, I realize that being holed up in a Guatemalan village eatery while wild rain runs river-ish in the street is greatly enhanced when a mariachi band is holed up in the same joint. Reflecting on it, I would like to change…
The Times They Are Changing Musically
by LukeSpartacus •
Come gather round. Wherever you roam. Admit it: The waters around you have grown. Keep your eyes wide. The chance won’t come again. Come mothers and fathers throughout the land. Don’t criticuze what you can’t understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command. Your old road is rapidly again’. Please get out of the new on…