By the time I was four, the paralysis had waned entirely, but the feeling of being whole was gone. Mentally my leg missed a mid-section, consisting only of a cap and foot that would tease complete sense with a twitch. This foot of mine was an avid fan of Debussy and Mozart and preferred to... Continue Reading →

I awake, my eyes fluttering like a stop-motion figurine. I bring my hands in closer, only to find that they have been dipped in the sunset. The black leather cap muffles my brain, doing what it can to keep the throbbing down. Without question, my hands spring into action, as if they were helping an... Continue Reading →

There's nothing like those first few moments of dead space before the record makes itself known. The anticipation of hearing that first note prepares you for the journey of going back to the song's conception, to what made it become a reality. The culture of the time, the writer's headspace, and influence all play a... Continue Reading →