and: the poetry thread

[Caprice]

constant change of direction we find it has not died but dormant had not lost but stayed astrayed to the younger generation not knowing what to do, where to go, how to learn finding ourselves finding information for the benefit of progressing our musical world with the gifts from our musical past brought on by men and women who sacrificed to bring to us the beats of the wild, the un-tamed, the soul which has solidified into a monument being ready to be broken down spread out across the world once again for our friends confidants brothers and sisters to enjoy, bob their head, and dance to the rythym of our imagination, not by profit nor fame, not by envy nor greed we are the difference, the carriers of soul into the electronic sound.

let us not put our gifts to waste

put your money where your mouth is.