Something old.

... a high speed conduit

The ravages of time prevent playing and singing these days. But I stumbled across a folder containing some old recordings. This would have been the first attempt at seeing what Daubigny's Garden would sound like in real life, as opposed to my…

Nobody likes to have their dreams stop at traffic lights.

Not even the chair!

Nobody likes to have their dreams stop at traffic lights.

Nobody likes to have their dreams stop at traffic lights.

Trying, and failing, to get through the last Pink Floyd song that means something to me. Sorry. ;(