Painting words and watching music with a finished film to make us proud.

The book of faces loves its newest short release. It happened so fast I never knew. The ground is white and the streets are sand slushy but a day ago we wore shorts and ran through the Durham like a gym routine.

I am sore and in need of some soul.

William Bell - Any Other Way

Faster than a speeding locomotive & able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Sir Truth finds his greatest adversary in a race against himself. Bent on discovering the worlds driving force but only so far as his legs can deliver. His wiry frame is reduced to a blur under concrete statues that cower like skyscrapers. He is winded, restless, anxious, and unaware that his very own heart palpitates an answer to the most difficult question of all.

I finally got myself together; I know just who I am.


The Impressions - I'm A Changed Man

Out with a Bang!

Sir Truth never abandoned you so much as he did himself.

At the dawn of the new decade it seemed the street prowling, ruffian of all faces had vanished. I remember signing a guest list as the ball plummeted in the direction of Earth. The ragtag lost & found generation had finally found some footing in the speakeasy of America's heartland, Durham.

A dream deferred is still a dream. I was still a dancer worthy of mustering the meanest mugs from onlooking hubbies. The ground still shakes under the beat of the never tiring Hammer. We had even been blessed with the gift of our Japanese friend from the other end of the Sidewalk.

I have spent an eternal wait hoping to find my own copy of this disco classic, but only Youtube will grant my fix for babyback bass and a voice like a baby Don Cornelius (just guessin').