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b. johnson

it's me against the old man in the hat

About Me

music finds its way past our biases, pre-conceived ideas, judgements, and defenses; it acts as an ambassador, slipping through the security borders of our hearts and minds. we are able, somehow, to see things in a new way, a way that makes us breathe a little deeper, a little slower.to be creative is to be an individual, and in being an individual you bring yourself to the world.art for the sake of the recipient, art for the sake of the artist. for now that definition will suffice
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Member Since: 11/16/2004
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new york cathedral quotes

a few weeks ago the cinematic underground traveled to nyc for a couple of gigs, and while there i ventured with seth and china kent (friends, housemates, and bandmembers) to a cathedral near columbia ...
Posted by b. johnson on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 08:23:00 PST

loose paper

journal entry 01/06 choose your steps as if the ground was playing a game with yo...
Posted by b. johnson on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 11:33:00 PST

january in boston

journal entry 01/23/06 i was "ice skating" on the sidewalk on my way home today - just the slushy layers of snow and my cons.......it may have looked foolish, but I was having fun.
Posted by b. johnson on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 11:40:00 PST

life blood saved

out the window, this small window broken brick and vaulted panes this landscape go to bed with meets the eyes to start the day out the window, this small window seen the seasons, met thier gaze...
Posted by b. johnson on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 10:57:00 PST

the edges

journal 01/12/06 puzzle pieces that just don't quite fit there is a love that won't hurt like this
Posted by b. johnson on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 11:37:00 PST

dance the streets tonight

parts of my journal entry - may 8th, 2005 I have my own little window here..........this moment must go into that envelope of special memories that seem to flood my senses whenever I smell fresh flowe...
Posted by b. johnson on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

bagpipes and boulevards

journal 04/29/05 warm sunlight hits the page as i sit here, stopped on this park bench and write. i've spent quite some time wandering newbury street.... in hopes of getting tea and a place to sit...
Posted by b. johnson on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 10:12:00 PST