ScholesStreetBlues

Gnight Sweet NYC

Outside the every window is a row of mature trees and everyday when I pick up the horn they are there.  In the sun, wind, snow, and rain they mark the time silently with their leaves.  They wave in unison to remind me to grab a hat as I make my way to the door and I am grateful...

Unknown album (6/6/2014 10:28:31 AM)

The Trees

My people came to this country from across the ocean.  They came as conquerors and are to this day a foreign occupying force.  Taught that this was my land I never felt that wasn’t quite right.  Within music my soul dances with other souls who belong to this land, but were robbed of their skin, dating back to the days of conquerors.  The souls I encounter, in this land, were kind when I was honest about my feeling not quite right and in those moments of honesty I felt the warm safety of home.  These kind souls taught me how to be patient and unknowing, so that my soul’s dance can belong in this land.

Pearring Sound