I
listened once.
And
I’m listening again.
You’re
not lost in the shadows and I respect that.
The
record swings like a red wheelbarrow.
Your
voice channels rays of welcoming sunshine.
I’m
swept along by your need for needing nothing.
I’m
listening thrice.
As
I feel a weathered and braided heartland embrace me.
Trigger
transcends space and time like the best Saturday matinee.
This
record reminds us that our stardust is reminiscent of days and nights to come.
Your
voice a sacred medicine wheel vital to keep us young at heart.
We’re
carried away by the bluesy smoke signals you create when exhaling so naturally.
Charles Cicirella
2/18/16
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