John Windwalker Light and the Music of Soul

 

It was music that rescued and sustained me, bore me on her back and carried me through every death and challenge I have experienced. She still does. Playing guitar and songwriting saved my adolescent sanity. The ‘Woodstock’ my life became was rife in blues, rock n roll, jazz, classical and ambient music inspirations and heroes. My brother Gary was a hero and the greatest drummer with whom I’ve played. And play our hearts out we did. But now I am built more for comfort than for speed, simpler, more relaxed, meditative, honoring of silence and space, appreciative and grateful. I play more from my soul, ever more soul-fully, poetically and awe inspired. I’m still goin’, still twanging’, bozingin’ and bozangin’. Sometimes, in the quiet of my being and in the silence of my heart, in the peace that passes all understanding I Am serenaded by the bard that is my soul encouraging me to “Then play on!” I will. I do. I Am.
John Windwalker Light and the Music of Soul

 

It was music that rescued and sustained me, bore me on her back and carried me through every death and challenge I have experienced. She still does. Playing guitar and songwriting saved my adolescent sanity. The ‘Woodstock’ my life became was rife in blues, rock n roll, jazz, classical and ambient music inspirations and heroes. My brother Gary was a hero and the greatest drummer with whom I’ve played. And play our hearts out we did. But now I am built more for comfort than for speed, simpler, more relaxed, meditative, honoring of silence and space, appreciative and grateful. I play more from my soul, ever more soul-fully, poetically and awe inspired. I’m still goin’, still twanging’, bozingin’ and bozangin’. Sometimes, in the quiet of my being and in the silence of my heart, in the peace that passes all understanding I Am serenaded by the bard that is my soul encouraging me to “Then play on!” I will. I do. I Am.
John Windwalker Light and the Music of Soul
It was music that rescued and sustained me, bore me on her back and carried me through every death and challenge I have experienced. She still does. Playing guitar and songwriting saved my adolescent sanity. The ‘Woodstock’ my life became was rife in blues, rock n roll, jazz, classical and ambient music inspirations and heroes. My brother Gary was a hero and the greatest drummer with whom I’ve played. And play our hearts out we did. But now I am built more for comfort than for speed, simpler, more relaxed, meditative, honoring of silence and space, appreciative and grateful. I play more from my soul, ever more soul-fully, poetically and awe inspired. I’m still goin’, still twanging’, bozingin’ and bozangin’. Sometimes, in the quiet of my being and in the silence of my heart, in the peace that passes all understanding I Am serenaded by the bard that is my soul encouraging me to “Then play on!” I will. I do. I Am.