Autonomy Star, Rest In Power <== On Being Loud and Taking Up Space and Then, Not Doing That Anymore I may say Happy Deathversary, my love But, know, I'm not denying you of The fact that you're still very fit to sing Your songs still greet like early autumn breeze Embracing a peace, awakening me And though eventual frost may obscure every memorial frieze: Like your dance for these ages Your trails before their blazes Your meals before courses And all those carts before their horses That death is distorted when thought-of, not sensed, That once spacious love may sadly be condensed To lamentatious wistfulness portends more than offense So we celebrate new relations to make peace and hence You are still forming thoughtful knots, apropos Knots of your salubrious lively memories, though, The feels that you shed cannot be controlled But persistently they invite when one's choosing to know The extent to a trickster's otherworldly disguise As feet dangle freely through to other sides To heal the perceptions of the deliverers of lies To illuminate their unread libraries of the wise To ease their startled looks and oh-so-trembl-y thighs Yes, I'm aware that a hint here suggests wild compromise Your body is gone so what exactly's implied? That your memory still dances while clasping our lives? Still urges us, “Go! Explore! ... Improvise!” Hm? Maybe with feet dangling wildly into unknown sides Walking on air as freely as your joyful hair flies? Or as carefully as the tears left uncried confide Their salty secret's that we should feel at all For those who have died? That even when our instruments have all broken, We still have our hearts and souls to play? You said that to all of us You say that to me So I listen intently for the heartbeats that life shares From amongst the cacophonic tribulations all living has dared Our bloody rhythms everywhere, how we relate In competition, selection Tragedy, the state of the marketplace You anticipated the changing rate of the commodified Your palpitations sent the nutrients necessary for communal strides A rebellious rhythm national you were Pedal powered to the end And you helped set the pace At which our saving grace was embraced! Can you not live forever? Can you let me know from your vantage? I just don't want you to go extinct

The Manifest Destiny's Childs ==> Solstice Resources were allocated Ready before I was even conceived They called me Eugene Skin preened with ancient themes Halls decked out in social memes I went through their routine, now I'm degreed And an amputee And you know what I mean They worked hard to make me feel a select serie of story Illuminating what I'd be tolerated to be But I'll be who I am Some impossibly human being They tell me I'm part of some wave of love Sent down from somewhere above Oh the simplicity Is ultimately deceiving Cause I have roots from a home Separated at birth from how a home is even known And to deny these Is at best demeaning And as above, so below And in all waves I find familiar frequencies betrothed And many a heart buried deep Under prostrate-wounded knees I just want her to speak to me again Through some one or some thing, she was my friend An awakening is what she needs Before she goes and lives out some colonizer's dream Of me fighting me

In The Court of the Goddess Green <== (A Boy Named) Meta Mary Sue Get sexy with a god Disrobe with an author-intellectual of a view Go get 'em Mary Sue Pursue some authenticity And share some sweet bliss with the ending Through insinuation And self-insertion Mary Sue It's all you Like a Meta Sue Show em how you do One plus one equals two Numbers and letters can resemble runes Eleven anew seen one split in two But then there is three When |absolute| perspective is allowed to be So follow your parabolic trajectory And the lights from the hearts From a head Go directly into yours instead... Of your bed Don't blame if you feel regret You can neutralize any yet Focus on the happening Past, present, future collapsing On you Meta Sue Marry you Decide the truth And pursue Getting sexy with a god Disrobing with your author Sharing sweet bliss with... me!

All Neon Like ==> Fetus Style Not until you halo all over me I may come over But not until it shimmers 'round your skull Will I be yours Yet I, I weave for you This marvelous web Of glow in the dark threads They're all neon like The cocoon it surrounds you It embraces all So you can sleep Fetus style And they will assist us Cause we're asking Asking for help And the voluminous, sonoluminous beam That I feed you It can care... The soft distortion Fills you up Nourishes, nourishes Your turtle heart And they will assist us Cause we're asking Asking for help And the voluminous, sonoluminous beam That I feed you It can care Just don't get angry with yourself, don't Don't get angry with yourself Cause I'll heal you With a razor blade I'll cut a slit open And the sonoluminous beam, yeah it heals you, honey So don't get angry with yourself Don't ya get angry with yourself Cause I'll heal you Be something new Reflect the best of you What else can one do When one wants two Heal you!

Unprotected Speech <== ! <== ? Be the tree Get your lumbering trunks limber And sway In an easy breeze Maintain balance through patience Even as your trunk is climbed by the curious And your low-hanging fruit is consumed Waste not, want not, they say And soft leafy fingers can brush away doubt In moves, brimming with spillage When slippery when wet Signs points to yes And smiling ears With feet Giggle With excitement for novelty And story time mirrors Even when tangled In thicket Frustrating situations like bramble Difficult proliferations with THORNS! Felt Keller-style Hellen, minus the inciteful herstory genius Thimbles are useful when stitching together the fabrics of our lives Or when so-ing away the stressful But so-so-ing is an easy norm For a part-time tree, in first world-y society anyway But we can learn to read the Fleshy rings marking our inner revolutions Complete calendar histories of satellites In various phase of devotion To the will to maintain astronomical orcosmic connection As revolution after revolution is undertaken The brave often find sweet young bark has a bite That's worse than these hardier barkers Of revolutionary rings more numerous Than their own Years of looking into eyes, Of casting ayes to the persistent question of life With lowered limb And fruit at ready All rings grow in unison, they just go unnoticed by most Until a revolutionary present is observed And lucky are those to have met each other in that kind of beauty In complication and in ease We are all like trees Some gnarly and rooty When we rise to seize the occasion of now But from sapling to canopy The treefinger brush upon our trunks engorges extremities With the will to bare seeds To an unknown future Homes to many We were in memory, We are still Though in the revolutionary present [...]

Boot Massage ⟹ Sole Laughter Slip into a lower gear There's nothing to hide here Nothing to fear I am just here with you Trust you can communicate You've done it before And it's never too late But I can leave Give you some space I don't want your time to waste No! Just say the words and I'll go! No pride will block, I'll say adieu But until then I am /here/ Be wary of platitudes That all is unique's a great attitude to take Cause circumstance defines all And at its heart It's all gasoline art Traded for fuel By a crafty tool Desiring our renewal So I think for myself Know 'bout my home I question authority Even my own I imagine my foot Had another shoe What makes it so hard to do? Memory, what say you? Why is it so so?

Eye. Runny. <== Entitled #I Inspired was the choice Moved by the diamonds in my veins That I should be that which remains I ignored sound advice Exploited innocent sacrifice Bought guards to protect my things and my life So I could feel more safe My motives went all askew Haunting all I accrued Kissing up to the room with a view All so I could Keep my take I don't belong left in no lurch or in no wake So I blazed a path into a new blight Worried figures simply became trite When viewed from shadows of this ancient fight Tacitly agreeing that might makes right I grew a bored and flaky love Threw off restraint and civil glove From anyone took anything gotten hold of All so I could Burn a page All so I could deflect some blame Hey, more or less we’re the same As we've both made it our aim To whitewash the picture and sell the frame … … ... And on our codependent names I know our fear, that our livestock might betray And rise up to demand a different game Crocodile tears when fire keeps them tame And should you ask if we are doomed to the same If we critique, question, or cautiously say We think we'd be better moving other ways We're just children of god what more can I say? Come on and prey Every day Come on and prey Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Unconscious to our disgrace are we When we drown the good in our neighborhoods From sea to poison sea So we pray Distraction, pave the way To say, “So what?!”

Screen Shot ==> 222 ==> Let Them Eat Communion All my meanings dance around me in circles I am but the intention of my different parts In competition for the center of all the attention - The mush pot of me-ness They play duck, duck, goose until swan songs are sung The cows come home Pigs of a feather fly together The buffalo roam free again And I see that damned ivory bill peckin a southern tree This princely, stammering prance-pede Hops center to center always In mush pots of wondrous And hopeful communication Seething with joy And daring not to forget her name Or why we came Dance on they do With feet in shoes, not in mouths Where tongues are in /all/ cheeks Trees join in As the wise elders leaf Us behind Happy to wipe our behinds clean Knowing their time with us is lean Chording with the rhythm of life Harmonizing with the signatures of time Accordingly, if you open to the waves Of ancestors frequently loving us rhythmically And seek the beach of your heart waters Where the big blue sun offers nightly tidal prayers Praying we will Feast eyes and pour light on the shadows Flowing outward from the radiant mushing pot Of our atmospheric connection Then prey we do Don't you? On mostly but more than /just/ what we are rewarded to We facilitate ash and particularly particulate matter From our grandest of parent We offer apoplectic apology Dancers dancing In honesty's moment With ancient flame and friend And eyes fixed Upon the many changes Many miss Each and every one wants sustained bliss The question is then how best to manage a demand like this

A Movement <== Entitled #II Asking what it’s all about Giving in and giving out Question your intention Gotta focus for retention As I play for your love Playin for reciprocation Testing patience in this game Cause practice betters aim Does it mean to be alive? Does it mean to freely talk in jive? Does it mean to move into a groove? Does it mean to dare to prove All those things you know are true Or let your life be glued Leeching off the moved When they biped their dreams nude Living naked with an attitude Vulnerable but still imbued With strength beyond their years and food Things that they’ve eaten to shift their mood And though this may be crude Don’t be angry, don't be rude Cause love's not ugly or lewd No, no, no You oughta know that it’s got a gravity beggin’ us, “Be wooed!” As some fight it because they are shrewd And it seems to drag some out of the misconstrued Leaving me to ponder who hasn't been clued Who are you? Asking what does motion mean? What does motion mean? What does a motion mean? What does a motion mean? What does a movement mean? What does a movement mean? What does this movement mean As it relates to you and me And do you see what I see?

Morale Fiber ==> Asshole Whisperer That I don’t control The revolutionary role Inside your mind That love is there for you to find and define And that’s the point Do it, so you, too, can anoint A new sun A source of love and light and ever-coming fun Because in context We are all a mess And if you can hear this I want you to confess That it's not our deficiencies we fear It's our incredible power which has us filled with sheer Panic in context of exploitation so near Which is emboldened through the defense of greed And destruction of the seeds of liberty It all boils down to a common drone Question authority even in terms of your own Because while I don’t control The revolutionary role Inside your mind And that love is there for you to find and define That point gets blurred Enough for it to become disturbed And you might concede That this interaction defines your need But I don’t control The revolutionary role That defines your fate That love is there for you to find and celebrate And that’s the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point! But if you don't do it There's not much I can say But I'ma go on and play My heart and soul every single day Cause that's the point Yeah that's the point Cause that's the point Cause that's the. on-ly. point... And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point! But if you don't do it There's not much I can say! And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point And that's the point...

In- and Ex- <== Halethcare We There is no we now And maybe there never was A string of forced, uncomfortable gatherings Punctuated our familial traditions Commas – turned – semi-colons – turned – eventual strings of periods Of silence Where the small talk wore off And the hurt tinted all Where it was easier to just not talk Than to dance around the talking about 'it' Nobody talked about these things then And nobody helps us now Even as tragedy looms amongst the unstated emotions That get reflected back to us As we do unto the others in our lives We recognize familiar behaviors in the juveniles under our influence They show us the bittersweet years Of growing to fit the containers of /our/ bondage Blending and balancing for the lot of us When we permit them demonstrate our missteps Their help lies in these noisy needs With their challenging deeds They're as removed from the quiet ache as they are From the prideful reasons for its existence That is, unless we do unto them What was done unto us But when the doing so is free They demand meaning, care, connection Shaming our sharp punctuations with gasping whys How did they come to so bluntly beating bushes from cradle to grave? Born into, but, saved from The pressures we understood so palpably Wearing what we could only have dreamt of Dreaming Jackie O.'s and Lisa Marie's Taught to be dependent so completely upon whom we'd marry And be paid to carry The giant man child strapped to the backs Of the feminine resolve of Babylon With all its nearly meaningless gatherings Almost all of which makes her work even harder As prescribed from its semantic babbling history The youth answer our unasked questions If we choose to listen If we lay our pains to rest in the eventual graves To which we so effortlessly flow If we let go with our ego's ground grasping toes And make time to play Our heart and soul's in the know that We're already saved There's no need to be afraid They're just our kids And they are just taking over ::sigh::

LAWCRY ==> The Lawcrymologist ==> 121 ==> The Newest Testament You know, I needed one happy poem So I decided to sit down and write one Tried to remember all the times That I laughed so hard that I cried But it was so overpowering That I couldn’t do anything but sing La, la-la, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la love is the law La, la, la, la LOVE IS THE LAW! And so great it is that absurdities fly Because it gives my laughter something to be fueled by The comedy of life in the first world When you are rich and have extra time Will feed sardonic wits endlessly As long as we have our eyes to see And this is all besides playing with your friends, wild Or the joy of knowing a child As you can plainly see I have much that can fill me with glee And as you can plainly see There is much that makes me happy Even when I'm faced with ignorant naïvety I know my patience in a way can set them free Cause they're just like me Yeah just like me, and I'm Thankful I’m alive not having been the casualty of another working bee Or the victim of an angry mob Or an act of God, but that’s a kind of joke We all trust that God doesn’t act It just lays way back and let’s us do all of the work I guess being God has its perks But as you can plainly see I have much that can fill me with glee And as you can plainly see There is much that makes me happy Even when /I'm/ filled with ignorant naïvety I know my patience in a way will have me see God! That it's just like me To go finger casting But as you can plainly see And as you can plainly see Even when I'm faced with ignorant naïvety It's just showing me The next love story in store for me, yeah La-la, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la, la-la La, la, la-la, la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la-la, la, la, la, la-la

A Clean Pallette <== Finally I can finally hear dogs barking again Hear autos moving Trains howling in the wind Life sprouts within my sensory perception As responsibility droopy-eyes and pouty-lipses Its war on this, my privileged meditations Silent, my location speaks volumes A cool, curious air beckons me both To climb mountain And curl into cave of cloth With tender longing Choice is a tireless master And I'm occasionally brought to rapid boil by its heat My foamy former contents then finally liberated Soon carbonized, they'll easily flake Off the emotional range on which I simmer I checked! – I'm ready to be devoured! In moments like this I just close my eyes And let my dreams begin to surmise... … ...

Delit ==> Sui Generis My love Trembles! My love quakes through To your side of the earth! To upheave you onto its waves Of vibratory longing Un tablista listo, you surf my sentiment In clear course of collision Determined to cut the space between like a sheet with yours To vanquish doubt And encapsulate the now airborne dust In crystalline micro-chamber moments Floating as locket-sized geodes of remembrance That future generations will discover to come to know how We flourished as others could only dream!!! … … ... But in reality Splayed upon this shortest of distances My love Is simply Satiably Necessarily Smiling ;-) Smiling =) Smiling ^,^ Smi XD ling

lo sé y és oK <== la abstinencia A pesar de que Las razones Fueron tristes Y a pesar de que Es difícil que Me entendás mi voz A pesar de Todos éstes Abajo un cielo Que está siempre hundiéndose La opción nueva Está esperándote Y funciona Te toma A una Nueva cara Y por eso te traigo Some cosas Raras A la nueva Prueba De alma Y fuerza De danza De paciencia Y la traigo Sustancia Y otras cosas A la nueva Idea A pesar de La voz que dice “¿Por qué?” Por qué no? Cómo no? Porque abajo un cielo Que está siempre disminuyéndose La nueva síntesis Está esperándonos Aunque no sé /exactamente/ la cual sos

Cause Célèbre ==> Heavenly Music Incorporated Mirrors, mirrors on all the walls Y'all may help prevent a fall But trends are trends after all And many a siren beckons call Let's be honest I burn too bright To stray long into a shadow's life A lonely surgery gave us the knife Now a memory suture holds us tight Bound imbalance She'll dissolve As we adopt each other In lesson and gall Audacity drove us If you do recall How dare we Continue to stall! … … ... In this hard earned stillness All for our precious narcissus We'll freeze even the flowingest And classically mount, then, reframe it Trust us, it's ok Dust to dust they say What's the fuss When it earns you endless lusty Jesuses anyway … … ... Mirrors, mirrors ceilings and floors Collection is an alternative form of war But in such dismality against whom or What is your arming for?

A Bah'a'a'ah Relief <== Code Switch Oooooo! Eu has tragedy by the throat! Hehe – when Eu laughs, it's so grounded Understandingly Eu remembers all too clearly Eu's mostly-friendly commodity which has been with Eu For longer than Eu cares to remember Longer than Eu can /actually/ remember Boxcars of buyers it brings Eu But Eu has no room for their callous insecurity And its attention, greedy Binging and purging in incestuosity With inherited ad valorem mating ritual Rendered viciously moot by falsely termed “free trade” And its “duty free” ports of call - so full of shit Eu travels lightly and owns little more than relationships The shortest distances to which are circles And Eu relates these through varied mode of communication Rooting out what works to preserve the closeness and community True relationships demand And what doesn't But, sure, when crossing paths with the crossed Eu will glow with their flow to illuminate the path out Of their so-so sewing of seeds Their future generations from no-fault defaulty Uncareful pre-deeding of terrorificallytorial lands To be brokered by hand, ham-fistedly And arms, all army-like Until their springs, off as /ever/ With their demand for similarly crossed friends Have memorized the price of nails! Eu steps outside of concentric familial shells Fitting in fittingly with the misfits of the misfits And the further complicits in revolutionary perspectives Broadening Eu's body language And damning no dance Dancers will damn their damn selves if need be It's up to Eu to simply support Eu's dance's needs And supplement it With healthy doses of questioning The only tragedy in such a position Is remaining silent when in opposition Being reactionarily cruel When one is but a school of one Remaining in place When leaving's the best case Or falling asleep... … ... In the midst of an important bedtime story Eu offers ¡explosives! If a big bang is needed Consoles tender, hole-y wounds When best to offer calmer treatment But Eu typically sticks to sensitive Eu tries to remain responsive Eu strives to stay swimmingly humane And Eu better fucking believes Eu is never not a /nervous/ system

Indigital Revolution ==> (Somewhere Outside the) Center for the Performing Rich ==> Illuminaughty Attention-money grubbing scum It's absurd, but I guess you've used your weapons Attention-money grubbing scum Your selfish vision is a damned one Breaks down to we And we know where our hearts reside Down to we, a change will come Attention-money grubbing scum! Ain't it the truth, babe? Yeah, hiding is fun When transcendent love is what's begun Hiding is fun And seeking joy fills expectant lungs Enough to scream, we are free As much as we exercise to be Enough to scream, deep from our lungs Suspending disbelief's fun! In temperance's love Yes this stance is some Siamese dream of a noise This dance is some Hypnosexist kind of poise We're here down with the Black and white Temporarily playing duality Down with the ancient rite Theatrical invite! Though most have received a slight Can you say “digital divide?” Do you dare to ask why? Oh say can you see? The systemic continuity here Can't you see the rich launder the tons There's no excuse for their dungeons! And it's not alright Take it easy babe But you gotta help fight But in rage and drum The careless can become their own pain Arch-rivalries unconsciously tend to betray So be unity, and own your shit What you resist persists if not doing it Own your shit, a change will come Don't be comfortably numb! Refuse to succumb To hell with popular pablum Elitist cancers are done When you welcome indigital revolut[ion]

Eugengineering <== Pink World Eugene You genius Eugenia I tell ya I feel for all of your sordid 'phrenias Show me Eugenia Just what you see in psychedelia How movements move you Beyond their intent With inexplicable consequence Mmhmm, oh yeah, mmhmm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I may appear some dirty child, hmph! Neither tender nor so mi-mi-mi-mild Inviting cultures in from the wild, hey! But I'm aware of how they have been organized Through ritual and story And career vehicles idling amongst the graves of the fallen Of all sides Take heart cause the truth don't die Eugene I mean To say you are so free From any point In history When you question authority, think for yourself, and see The privilege of the lords and the queens And of their courts Tell me, what is so obscene about believing in beauty? Without irony? Without being phony? C'mon Eugene Love us like you are free Like you wanna be... At least if I'm remembering correctly... Eugene You genius You could have it all Don't force Eugenia to take a fall Eugenia I feel for ya You genius Shh Look at how you've missed us Shh

#Soso <== siː. ɑr. hwaɪ. <== Colony Collapse? /It's true/ One's having nightmares of ones having dreams What a special place this is, it seems That one would worry as ambitions burst at their seams Projecting a so-so love upon all who engage As bright as the high beams reciprocal to every stage /...slow down.../ Our fate's entwined, that's no lie to one's mind Even in predation's indifference, a kind-of kindness in-and-of itself Don't forget where one is going when driven to thrive One's fleshy leash of a vehicle included, all mediums are alive With stories of place in relation to how The Artist/Creator holds forth in the experimental now Communion is obviously the desired fruit here So praise be to all She offers for sustenance Life support's within even the bitterest roots and shoots So I ask, who will be the one to scold Her For what we know She must do? “Not I, no not I,” sings the passive fool “After all, I've treated her badly, though, not as badly as you, haha Me? I dream of overgrown fields and evergreens ever green Of seeing her forests for all of her trees (Running past each, I ignore wounded knee) Cutting my face on briars at times in dense patch of bush Eventually scarring all over this way But it just doesn't seems matter that much My privileged OS helps keep me at flush!...” So, one's having nightmares of ones having these dreams Where ascendance requires the acquisition of more things Where touchscreen time-warp GUI this Leads to vacashaking overgrown children on induljunkets that Is all time and resource squandered So ones can block popups of the consequences of digitized cats? Plastics, arrogant non-compostability Unemptied post-genocidal trash cans To anaerobically rot to a new kind of pristine? Toxically indiscriminate, wastefully obscene! This selfie's no exception, no extraordinary love A gentle trickster's path to self deception and rut Energized by presence on shared precipice so near Sixth great extinction, geological angst, my dear Permission to enjoy the gitfiddle of Nero delighting here, no doubt And enjoin the quest for within you... “go without” Even as so many Mary are /quite/ to the contrary Ones can honor the slaughter by seriously defending each other No need to pander to markets of dino dynasties dying At stake, just a few billion ordinary lives How could we not cry? Make space for more meanings in our mush pots and then retry? But if one's having nightmares of one's having of dreams Question the worth of such visions by their means Every hair is on end, cause if fairness was friend Her scales wouldn't portend the love of all lives being left to bleed out! Simultaneously! The needfulness of every digital screen! What a special place this is, it seems Where lobotomies assert their power to heal And selfies with filters for bloody fingers get by by not being real Bye, bye not being real

Closing ==> (Parenthetical) ==> Preyer Salad to the Quartz Tools Eye. Runny. is a song & visual cycle written, arranged, recorded, mixed, remixed, performed, directed, and otherwise produced by Ramsey Sprague and dedicated to BIVioletta (my bicycle) and all symbols big and small, private and public of circumspect personal empowerment. But these things aren't fundamentally 'mine': * All Neon Like ==> Fetus Style is a song originally entitled All Neon Like written by Björk Guðmundsdóttir, * Indigital Revolution ==> (Somewhere Outside the) Center for the Performing Rich ==> Illuminaughty is an intentional, tongue-in-all-cheeks parody of the Rolling GemStones' Under My Thumb, * All of the graphic art, although visually remixed and 'art directed' by my own indigital digits, is almost entirely based on the original photography of Jean-Félix Fayolle of Nantes, France capturing our brief but epic adventures in Fort Worth, and * The graphic "Raise Your Flag, Resistance is Fertile" incorporates a portrait of me performing at 1919 Hemphill by Lacey Espree. This work indelibly carries the energies of the thousands of people who have crossed paths with me in the years since these songs first presented themselves, some of which go back well over 10 years. There is simply no way to properly acknowledge everyone and everything publicly. To present a gross oversimplification of the gratitude I carry in my prayers for those who have been so highly instrumental in my overall well-being as well as in the progress of my priority projects seems not only inadequate but inappropriate, as well. Please suffice it to say here that you are most dear to me, and despite my nuanced relationships to the political movements of our time, I love you and hold you precious within my intention of reciprocating the joy we share in knowing one another. If you encouraged the development of my ability to tell stories through song or otherwise, thank you so very much for caring to understand me. Even with that said, I would be absolutely remiss to not mention that this curious document would simply not exist at all without Tammy Melody Gomez's willingness to open her private studio space at Alma Aquí in Fort Worth, Texas to me and my instruments for the time it took to get what was retrievable. In more ways than words can express, thank you and bless you Tammy! If you are moved by any specific or general element of this work, please don't hesitate to send me a note. -Ramsey