By Narcissa Lyons

Man walks into a bar.

A tall but feminine cowboy shot my brother right in front of me.

She took off her brassiere very slowly in front of the alien.

Above statements are pretty great openers  for whatever subject they would be introducing.  I am not getting the vibe or the dazzle that I’d want to convey for one of the best things in life–Music, dear music, our necessary and attentive lover.    Continue reading →