I'm just a weirdo who loves music and Star Trek. I've had the strange but magically good fortune of performing in amazing places like the Sistine Chapel and Notre Dame, for a couple Popes and a King, but nothing beats singing in front of a campfire or being alone with your piano... or being on a starship, but I've not experienced that............ yet?
Love me some Elton.
Oh THIS picture, you ask? Just futzing around with the bagpipes past midnight on Alcatraz... you know... because THAT happens... (thanks db)
#morecowbell
What does omoios mean? It was the Spartan word for "citizen"—my mother's family is from Mani, Laconia (Sparta)—because it literally means "similar" and, well, that sums up my paradoxical feelings about all of our collections of stardust: we're not exactly the same, yet we are all so similar. We're all so connected somehow and yet we are all unique individuals. How wonderful.