all we ever ask is that the ideas come to us
function, form, or other.
luckily for the unabashed, lives migrate
if only in audio form...
and we build.
beckoning shadows or spotlit,
notions have a way of assembling,
sounds have a way of bending...
and we're thankful.
episodic like eyelids
and as courageous as tomorrow,
analog machines resonate in bodies...
and we move.
Atari dreams and made up memories,
this world is always of our own construction.
dues paid, all we ever ask
is that the music comfort us...
and it does.
Evan La Ruffa - evanlaruffa.com
President/CEO, Editor In Chief @ IPaintMyMind