thats the sound of the nylon burning…brightly
i do love music most any shape, form ,size, feeling..i like beauty in music ,..far away sounds,..melting in and away , to and fro in time
have had the pleasure of navigating the isle of manhattan in and out or about most of the nineties …
drooling flies and loud jersey were the audience then… now i sing a slightly different tune join me in my passion and make sure you bring enough for the whole class here i mark the times , my place in it with intent…sparking interest ..moving in space ..no stone unturned nothing is sacred save music.. here where the sound melts memory and.. nylon burns….