You Got The Love

I absolutely promise, I am utterly, truly not making this up. Last night's walk home blessed once again, twice! Please, will someone tell me, for this to persist is there something I am not getting into this pretty little head??

On another note, today, this is a fantastic biography for Illinoisian singer-songwriter William Fitzsimmons. I came across him on last.fm, his music having the effect of making me stop whatever else I was doing. Reading about him turned up this extraordinary story about the home he was born into, which rewrites the rules most of us take for granted. I was inspired, I hope you will be too - put yourself in those storytelling shoes for a second:

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William Fitzsimmons is one of the oddest people you will ever meet. Born the youngest child of two blind parents, William was raised in the outskirts of the steel city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Due to the family's inability to communicate through normal visual means, William's childhood home was filled with a myriad of sounds to replace what eyes could not see. The house was suffused with pianos, guitars, trombones, talking birds, classical records, family sing-a-longs, bedtime stories, and the bellowing of a pipe organ, which his father built into the house with his own hands. When his father's orchestral records were not resonating through the walls, his mother would educate him on the folk stylings of James Taylor, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, and Simon & Garfunkel. By the completion of his youth and schooling, Fitzsimmons had become well-versed at a variety of instruments, at the minor expense of social standing, interactional skills, and a knowledge of proper shaving technique. [Read more]

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Get involved with WF. His communication is a thing of beauty.

{Today's Soundtrack: duh... }