I slipped down a flight of stairs.It was only about five steps. Perhaps the wet soles of my shoes and the material of the stairs

Days of medical examinations continue. Perhaps it is the tension of so many unfamiliar things.After returning home, I am suddenly overcome by an unbearable drowsiness.

About ten years ago,there was a period when I wrote twelve or thirteen songs in one stretch. I found myself inserting odd time signatures in

There was almost no real danger. I understood that, intellectually.And yet my body decided, “This is not good.” It was about a gastroscopy. It was

I learn that I have a serious illness. There had been clear signs about six months ago. At that time, someone advised me that I

There was a time when I thought it might be better to first get a guitar, try singing with it for a while, and only