Truth

A documentary that explores the challenges that a life in music can bring.

Naked bodies are buffeted by water accompanied by the music Il Temporale from the opera La Cenerentola and the overture to Il Barbiere di Siviglia...

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.