Frank. My name is Frank and I am frank. Whatever you make out what frank means to you. A choice that is always yours. I make frank notations constantly in my frank brain. My rise and downfall are what a frank life like mine is. While recording these two loud shots jolted me. How do you spell a sound when bang bang is not enough but the only thought I got. The times are not frank. Lies are never frank just cowardly.

Well, that was a stray moment of mine I just recorded.

Frank that’s me. Honesty is a frankness undertaken then that story is taken under. Stories, myths, notions, are some of the many strings tangled up in millions of minds with the ability to transport this moment you are reading this and I am saying to you. Hello non-Frank. Are you still there staring at these words and breathing. This moment shall pass. Life moments are born to do.

You. Are the center of the universe exactly now. If you are still reading. How important are you to yourself this momentous moment. I will start you off by saying more important than I, me, he, she, it and they. We all get to do this. Only for a short time or we would all float on natural LSD trips.

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Save it for a rainy day. First song I heard today. There was a 50’s radio show I somehow was listening to. I have that Alexa and amazon music I like. I just say, ‘Alexa. play me music. Then wait for the surprise of AI musical requests. Today was uncanny how the music led me for the morning. Mack the Knife. A song about boys on a trip together growing up in the 50’s. Frank Sinatra crooning. What if music is the basis of any life. There is music all over. I am amusing myself in thinking. What if you grew up in the 20′ 30′ 40’s 50’ s to pass 2099. The first decade of all the music you hear will be the engine that will drive you for the rest of your life.

My era was mellow smooth happy music. Devoid of few worries gave me a positive half full cup. A cup I have spent most of my life filling up. This is my core.

The 60’s decade what about that music. Revolution. Anti-War songs mixed with a Green Beret song. And so on as the decades begin and fade out after a decade. The music never goes away. It may seem to change. Every ear is different processing those musical sounds we all hear at once and forever. A little help with a hearing aid at around 80. We all lived in the best decade. or not.

Time is up. Rest your weary eyes ……the times will come…dontcha fall? That song.

Recorded by Osszzy. A name I hate but until I can afford ……..sorry. Recorded this day in Autumn the first day of a snowstorm in America. Dr. Happy Felix and EChumly Epitomized together and filed this recording.