It started with imagery.

The

Rock

characters.

I found myself not only writing my own stories, but also writing about or from the perspective

of people I've never met, people I've known, or those I wish I hadn't.

An exiled man walking the bluffs of a land that isn't his own, wondering how it all went

so terribly, terribly wrong, an embittered tormentor showing up at a funeral of his fallen object

of obsession, a 17-year-old standing on a porch, learning how to apologize.

Those struck kids wandering up and down the evergreen high line.

My grandfather, Dean, landing at Guadalcanal in 1942, a misfit widow getting gleeful

revenge on the town that cast her out.

A tale that becomes folklore is one that is passed down and whispered around.

Sometimes even sung about.

The lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and fiction

become almost indesernable.

Even over time becomes fact.

Myths, ghost stories and fables, fairy tales and parables, gossip and legend.

Someone secrets written in the sky for all to behold.

In isolation my imagination is run wild and this album is the result.

A collection of songs and stories that flowed like a stream of consciousness.

Picking up a pen was my way of escaping into fantasy history and memory.

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