changes

Charles Bradley listens to Charles Bradley sing Black Sabbath. I’ve been covering this over and over on the guitar for the past 48 hours, and each time I have to stop and interact with the world it’s still there, coloring everything, the last notes ringing echoes in my saturated brain.  If a little cry helps get it out, that’s okay.  I would if I could.  It’s been a powerfully atmospheric couple of days, weeks, years…

“I lost the best friend I ever had…”