About Me
slugSomething magical happens to me during those twilight hours on Sunday morning. It is on the Sabbath that I always find my god. I am nomadic as the others wandering from the warehouse to warehouse to have my soul awakened. The music thunders through my flesh, the notes swim within my veins. DJs spin their scriptures with eloquence, zest and assurance. The bass rattles my lungs and beats in unison with my heart. If I close my eyes I can watch my flash melt away and my soul rise between the spaces of sounds.San Diego 7-26-08
