The end of the line is not as terrifying as it seems - let the wheel spin, and stop.

A tale of loss, a tale of woe, a tale best left forgot.

Sometimes the stars collide in a most beautiful dance.

And thus is the waiting a thing of grandeur.

I am your name in the sky.

A trio lets it rip on the holiest of days, in such a dense imagining - yet it leaves no shadow.

Oh, the storms in her eyes, hidden by mountaintop clouds at dawn.

Fear the ides of Sitar July, from a FDP Blues/Jazz backing track gone horribly, horribly wrong.

Sitar, synth trumpet, and a cranked half stack abuse some poor house band in the middle of nowhere.

A duet for demise.

"Plants that cannot bloom by day must flower in the night", indeed.

Live July 5, 2018.

A happy accident of all sorts, most things weren't even hooked up for what I intended to do, and reaching over to the guitar stand, elbowed a "chord" on the synth, and...what a sound. Letting it fade, flipping the amp off standby, and hitting record (and the synth almost falling in my lap more than once while scrambling to find a pick and playing simultaneously)....is how happy accidents fly.

It was as the vision foretold: a shaking veil dance, wisps of steel and smoke aflame in her eyes, raining down from the mountaintop.