http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yuQVP6jR5kI&feature=channel
Once upon a time there was a band called The Motorhomes. I loved them...but they never got the credit they deserved and finally disappeared. Now the singer is back...and he is SO good. Music as I love it: lots of emotions, nerves, "naked music" and a voice that speaks to my soul. Enjoy!
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Each time i witness a fully competent and creative performance like this one i am reminded of the limitations that incarcerate the burning urge i have to express myself through this elusive [for me] craft and art form .... the reason why i am cursed with such a drive without being given the facilities to appease it can only be considered a 'dirty trick', played on me by the dealer at the time of my hand was dealt.
ReplyDeleteFrustration lives here while failure entertains her as he plays his fiddle, just to taunt me i suspect!!
I know I cant play and I cant really sing and maybe not even dance . But music to me is a religious feeling, spiritual. Without music I would go mad. (madder...)
ReplyDeleteJamar...I know I have thanked you. But you don't just comment...you do so much more. Somehow you touch my heart with everything you write. I am so thankful to have met you. *warm hug*
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