Hopes that ran through twenty years. Raising walls, enduring loss. Much has changed though the river flows the same. It is hard to write of a band that for me appeared when I was part of a crowd, only to be touched in essence once the world I thought was mine left me on the outside. What can I say, lifes a game. You give, it takes. It wins, you loose. Sometimes there is a balance - I have always loved roundness. Creator of worlds, builder of heights, one must remain a player to be a story writer. Coming back to the life that still springs, a future release: Endless river. They say it is a curtain call. Four pieces to build a whole, a circular flow. Echoed in division, linked to a final track for this final act. But, as a friend of mine said, you never know when the last time is, only when it begins. So, why dwell on endings with such beautiful beginnings. They are one, of a kind. Look up, you might see your wings in full flight.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 09:11:10 +0000