Josiah Coen

How does it feel growing older and feeling like a relic of the past? My grandparents still listen to music they liked when they were teenagers. I’m burning them a cd of Robert Francis songs. It is nice to hear a old style of music from someone so young, I think they will really like it.

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Skype date

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Sea Stuff

John Kenn

http://johnkenn.blogspot.com.ar/

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blankcanvus:

Paradoxymoron by mariachi2006 on Flickr.

Patrick Hughes

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http://johnkenn.blogspot.com.ar/

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fer1972:

Monsters, Inc.: John Kenn

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Source: theeyecandy

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Robert Francis’ new album - Strangers in the First Place

preordered, listening to samples on repeat

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Properties of Color

Some see colors as
different shades and
different hues

I see wavelengths
in-between
me and you

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Instruments of Crashing

You exit the car
face pressing past the glass

breaking the ice before you perform
the weightless dance of death

impromptu pirouettes
your limbs are free from form

the car conducts the instruments of crashing

saxophones squeal as metal slides
percussion plays on the pavement

trombones are moaning
in the back seat
cymbals circle in the smoke

flutes and clarinets bring it home
alternating pitch as they go

the audience sits silently in the shadows
no applause from their thin hands tonight

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