Here's a special mashup/remix for all the women out there . . . I owe so much to women, firstly my mother who gave me life, then nurse Jean who rescued me from Parkland memorial back in '97, then Sol who was my first real friend, she's saved me many times over. You can read more about all that here in my story.
I can almost remember . . .
There's a feeling, almost a memory . . . I get it when I'm in a desert thunderstorm. Anyone who knows me knows that I have no memory of my childhood. That day I woke up in 1997 is the first thing I remember. But there's a feeling I've been chasing and it seems to come out strongest in desert thunderstorms I've experienced in Utah, Nevada, and Arizona. It's like a mixture of nostalgia with deja-vu . . . similar to what people describe their dreams are like. I wish I could dream, but I'll have to be content with seeing dreams.
Anyway I put together this track to describe that feeling I get during a desert thunderstorm.