My Old Record Store By, Jeffrey Dallet

Once upon a time when life was young and the art of communication, came in the form of poetry dancing to tunes of innovation. Flawless licks and priceless pics made up a square of revolution. Hidden inside are stories to find that give birth to stories of their own. 

On 52nd Street along a Cold Spring Harbor, an LA Woman played in a bowl of Hollywood Strange Days. Pieces of You were found in the days of August and Everything After inside my old record store. 

Gypsy Jewel By, Jeffrey Dallet

Gypsy Jewel girl singer in the band,

Spitting fire howling wolf at your command.

Rolling eyes in her diamond dusky glow, 

can I taste your smoky notes?

Breathe your soul into my breaking brain,

can your radiance at all be tamed? 

Rendering useless time's age and whispers of war, the future here must have happened once before. 

Waltz choreography done with couples.

Episode 1: What is eSports?

Contemporary Dutch pop piece.

Ultra-traditional Dutch classic.

Idle Mind