After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music...









a few of the cherished records my dad lefft for me when he passed away,i add to the collection.





































I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water...