Smokekiller

It begins with the breaking of a heart and the lighting of a cigarette. Music and inspiration follow, and as the music fills the air, and the lyrics fill the page, so dies the cigarette. Filter and ash, the byproduct of lost time while waiting. The songs kill the smoke and I write and play them. They are my voice. You don't have to listen, but you'll want to. Peace. Smokekiller.

90-second audio clip: Rock Star Baby