I know things have been pretty quiet around here lately. I apologize.
I’ve been busy spinning dreams into cloth.
I know things have been pretty quiet around here lately. I apologize.
I’ve been busy spinning dreams into cloth.
Sleeping in the borrowed lumpy bed of a midwife with a cat intent on stealing my breath.
Which you have already done.
Untouchable.
Does Margo Timmins live in a sock drawer somewhere?
This song is so small and fuzzy it has to be influenced by something…
Did Cavemen have a version of music?
Hunting wooly mamoths is cool, but I wonder if there were any caveman musicians.
And the rest of the tribe would lean back against the cave wall and nod their heads.
Except for the one asshole who’d get out of control and almost ruin it for everybody…kicking the damn fire over and shit.