Music – Boise
I was born with a restless heart, on a U.S military base in Germany in the spring of \'87. My parents split up when I was five, and by that time I had already learned how to leave and how to really listen to music. My mother raised me on common sense and a make-do kind of life, and for that I\'m blessed. I left my dying high school town with a piece of paper and a flaming heart. I hit California, and nearly molted. I felt new skin and bones, and with this new body came music, again, unchanging except in passion and experience. So I wrote, and picked up a guitar, and lived, and loved, and lost and kept living. Always driving away from somewhere or someone, but never forgotten. In my short time on this earth, I have loved so fully that I could never weep for it\'s loss. I Only walk humbly, for fear of losing the memory. As I continue to leave clues about my life behind me, I will keep my eyes open for the next place to leave my footprints. Today it\'s away back home in Idaho, time to meet the girl I left in a cloud of smoke. Time to sing, and really sing, not because it\'s mine to own, but because it\'s yours to experience... Someday it may be the other way around, and that\'s the way it oughtta be.:) Xoxo-C.L-