Most young people about 15 to say 22 are unable to imagine their own mortality or their own death. I certainly fell into this young man’s syndrome when I was in high school and right after high school I joined a band. This was the first song I wrote for that band called The 63 lip was fish who are still around and we’re hoping to play at a venue near you know of a place where we’d like to play let me know have a good day
Mimi plays blues riff (Original)
Deliberate Hands, Held Up High
I got a thought about being deliberate. It’s ironic how I try to let go 24/365 as a tao Buddhist. Try? Opposite of let go? Amazing.
Maybe a new song concept? Wrote it down in my idea journal.
Album concept? Wish they sold vanilla cigs.
Went to Smoker’s Paradise in Hesperia. They were closed.
Deliberation is my next Album’s name?
Then “The Stand” came on my radio. NoT the new Alarm, the one from 1979-1990 (Last Album “RAW”)
Oh baby just like that.
Deliberately is a good contender.
Deliberate Hands, Held Up High. ?
It’s Not Dark Yet but,
It’s gettin’ there.
“Bluetooth: Connected”
Life is so fucking great when speaker systems work as planned.