As an alternative to anger and hate, music can rock the spiritual faith in you, no matter what country your from. With a truly free healing experience that electronically keyboards your mind. Streaming songs that radio all your blues away with mp3 quality. Broadcasting internet bliss with every BPS.

Gatlinburg Tennessee is a guitar ready to be played. With a background setting in the Great Smoky Mountains the movie is dripping with song writing and web design. Only by being here can you truly discover the beauty of this, God's creation.

Day after day I write and play music, driven by a desire I can't explain. I can't sleep I rarely eat. I am a true hermit sometimes weeks from sunlight and fresh air. I reside in a trashed out trailer somewhere in the Great Smoky Mountains. I have no visions of riches beyond my wildest desires and very seldom focus beyond what it takes to get by that day. I have a strong love affair with my computer and my guitar. I do cheat on them with an occasional fling, if I can find a willing keyboard. I am prone to lapses of self inflicted delusions, where I spend days creating fiction stories and characters. From out of this world settings to down to earth everyday, it could happen to you stories. Then the music starts in my head and it intensifies as the story continues. It becomes filled with orchestration from an unknown source. The drums begin a rhythmical beat that keeps me from sleep. The characters come to life and a movie appears. the George Lucas in me cries to get out and spill onto the BIG SCREEN.

I was stuck adrift for six months, twenty days, 18 hours, nineteen minutes and thirty two seconds. These exact figures come from the Portuguese fishing vessel that found me adrift. Though I spoke no Portuguese, my deteriorated body was communication enough that I had had a trip through hell and needed help bad! What started out as a simple two day trip from Catalina island to the mainland turned into a six month night mare that I could not awake from. I had open sores that were wet with pus, all over my body from sitting on the hard wood deck 24 hours a day, in hopes that a ship would see me and my damaged sailboat. My lips were cracked and bled. Every time I tried to wipe the ocean spray from them, my hand would come away with a stinging, salt crimson stain. I had lost over one hundred pounds and wondered if I would ever recover from such a low point. The few fish I managed to catch made me sick and I would projectile vomit continuously. I went without sleep for days because of seasickness and the delusions and hallucinations I got from sipping salt water. At one point I sliced off the tip of my finger for bait. With the blood dripping from the fresh amputation into the water, I managed to hook a small fish only to have it yanked away by a shark who suddenly showed up from out of nowhere! I sucked on my bleeding finger and found my thirst quenched for a short while. I wondered if I could gain any nutrients by eating my own finger tips. or maybe stay alive by sacrificing one foot for a life saving meal. My first trial of drinking my own urine left me with stomach cramps for weeks. Then the blessed rain came and I managed to collect enough water to drink my fill and save some for the next couple of days. Well, then it was two months later and still no rain. In my delirium one day I was praying to God to give me the strength to make it through another day when a miracle occurred! A school of flying fish crossed my wake and several of those blessed creatures landed in my boat. They were not very palatable but I managed to suck enough fluids from their bodies to keep me alive for a couple of weeks! Then just when it seemed I was to give up another body appediture to relieve starvation, I saw the Portuguese vessel and they saw me. A special thanks to all the people who have influenced me to write crazy fictional stories like this.