The city wouldn’t let me sleep

I’ve been listening to Peter Gabriel’s song “Mirrorball”. I love the instrumentation in the entire album, “Scratch My Back”. It leaves me inspired to rosin my bow. Nudges me to overcome the challenge of installing Sibelius on Ubuntu OS for a fleeting moment at least.

The fork in the road continues to divide without a rare opportunity to look back. I find life is a new distraction with every head turn and the need for an outlet for impermanent muddling is weighing on me. It is abundantly clear this website needs a scrub down. It down right stinks. In the next idonno months plus posts will either be privatized, password protected or axed from the reachable universe and future post may be deemed for your eyes only. no. not your eyes! Your eyes.

I do value feedback from the blogger continuum, however I want to take this puppy to some shadowy, organic, yoda-esque level. What that means is I really don’t know what the hell I’m blabbering about so let’s not spread this brilliant illness any further.

For those posts that will be hidden behind the gatekeeper field, contact me if you’d like to hold the key. Makes it easier and I don’t have to deal with your registration. But if you are inclined, go register as a subscriber.

Indeed everything has changed. Starting with blog posts under the tab Blog.

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