money burning poker playing wannabe.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it. -Tennessee Williams

shall we dance?

artist poet and rogue, in love with the idea of bringing music and visuals together. Loves jazz,studio one reggae and strange gypsy music..and learning about more music

SF North Bay

out of noise comes music, and my taste lay where the two exchange each other.