Friday, January 31, 2014
Writing a book inside a world fed by a need to be on Face Book and Twitter borrows from the imagination its desire to want to hear the voices that helped influence the writer to put words on paper. In chapter eleven John is deeply challenge by the lack of his being. He still hears music. But has no way of recognizing the person that's putting the lyrics between his lips. Listen to other chapters:
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Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Several years have passed. A public outing and barely a person recognizes the whereabouts of there being history. The three friends. In one place. Not a moment. But a shared existence. Gratefulness with there being fear. The fear of never knowing if such a walk through a New York park will or could ever happen again. The song featured comes from one of seven written especially for this book. It's called I Believe. It speaks of the struggles of what its like to be losing the one thing you have in life. The ability to love.
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