This song was a gift. It is a gift. It is the last song on my CD entitled SPIRITUALLY WET from my ‘fUnKyWhItEgIrL’ days back in early 2000’s when I was going by my then married name of Christina Fasano before I changed my last name and took on the roots/blues artist name of Cee…
The title of this song, “LOW DOWN WHERE THE SNAKES CRAWL,” which gained the honor of being the NUMBER ONE SONG on DeltaFrank Black’s Radio program on the WGLT Illinois “60 Song Year End Countdown,” came first. In the desert of Death Valley, California after I had climbed up above a huge old petrified lava…
This here song is full of true stories and those are usually the best stories – at least in my humble opinion. I guess you could make this stuff up, but who would want to? I certainly am not the kind of writer who sits around thinking of writing painful fiction about my life or…
This is an interesting piece based on the fact I that I pulled it from my archives and many times when I do that, I’m rather surprised at what I find and ask myself, ‘did I write that?’ Also the date I wrote it was in October 2012, when we were living in St. Louis…
In thinking back on where this song came from, my mind is literally blank. It had to have been when we lived in St. Louis, MO for a year as that is when we were driving down to our producers studio in Tennessee or actually it could have been when we lived in Gallatin, TN…
I knew a woman who’s husband was an alcoholic. He couldn’t break free. She loved him deeply. She had 2 children with him. They had a life. The booze slowly eroded the edges, then worked its way inward to the center. To the center of their life and to the center of his body. At…
On October 24th, 2017, my Sissy looked up toward Heaven and taking her last breath surrendered. It had been a horrific couple of months in hospital beds, her body frozen from two heart seizures which resulted in a “99% brain dead” diagnosis. They hadn’t gotten to her in time. It seems that all of us,…
I dream of Riding the Silence… Up high…only wind whooshing by Eagles singing Crows cawing Tree tops swaying Over rivers rushing… Tumbling over rocks As I swoop down low Settling gently into the flow and sinking into the rush I dream of Riding the Silence Deep within the breath In and out Rising…falling…expansion and release…
The dream came on late Tuesday night. She was talking to me.. a weak tender voice not quite like her usual voice. Kind of broken.. with a bit of a high pitch. She was giving me important spiritual information and her form was like the floating form of feminine liquidity. Of course, what she said…
Where nothing makes sense… in the ‘middle of no-where.’
