When I listen
to john frusciante play the
guitar life makes sense.
When I listen
to john frusciante play the
guitar life makes sense.
He knows it’s raining even before he hears it a feeling inside out nerves and bone touching cold sheets all alone sticking […]
My fingers have been tapping insistently for ten years, maybe. I’m alert, noticing they’ve stopped. The wooden table surface is sunken. It’s […]
Listening to John Frusciante really had to focus in order to spell his name correctly as he’s not recognised by the spell […]
It starts softly but no less resonant than the noise, the rush that surrounds the storm of last night, and the rain […]