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How I get shattered…

Recently, I had fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of our show and was in a state of dreaming that feels as if you are caught between two worlds at once. We were huddled under the warm blankets and spread out with pillows, he on his side and me on mine on the… Continue reading How I get shattered…

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Digging through the attics…

In the summer of 1991, I left home and ended up staying with a group of hippies.  Some of them lived on a discarded school bus that was painted blue with rainbows and other drawings or phrases.  Most of those folks earned a living selling hand-made jewelry on the streets downtown and at the music… Continue reading Digging through the attics…