My song is about the echoes of actions through the ages-scribbling in the book of time, laying stones for glory, driving nails into history's pain.

Albinoni’s Adagio in G minor meets Morrison’s poetry in The Doors’ A Feast of Friends, blending Baroque and rock.

Bukowski's bottle in my hand, Carver's empty street under my feet, Fante's hunger in my gut, Hemingway's clear sky above, Faulkner's ghosts whispering the sins of a rotting soul.