Time stand still

Aging and the music

Motley doesn't disappoint

Ai is not music

As America celebrates 250 years, I have found myself reflecting on more than just our nation’s history. I’ve been reflecting on my own. Today has been quiet. It’s just me, the sounds of Annie the pug snorting away without a care in the world, and the occasional groans from my old beagle, Buster, as he settles into another nap. It’s peaceful, but it’s also given me a lot of time to think. Holidays have a funny way of bringing back memories. When I was in my twenties, the Fourt

The moon

It started with one bill. Just one. Nothing dramatic on paper. Nothing that should have changed everything. But something about it hit differently than it should have. And it sent me into a spiral. A quiet one at first. Then heavier. Then familiar. That sinking feeling. The shutdown. The sense of everything piling up at once until I couldn’t hold it all in anymore. Before I knew it, I was back in a place I know too well. Depression. Isolation. Loud music. Silence from the wor

Yungblud-Heaven looked like this....

Because the moment Mick hit the stage, none of that mattered anymore.

Why I started this journey.

Music saved me