It seems that no matter how hard I try to retain the fleeting moments of inspiration and sparky ideas, they seem to drown so quickly in the ebb and tide of day to day stresses. I grasp my best concepts and visualizations with white knuckles until I must give up and let go to put out the daily proverbial fires. Here's a little something I made inspired by a bottle of pink champagne, a new found love of Frank Turner, a little rebellion locked in my heart, and some really righteous folk punk bands! Cheers to last minutes and the fires in our bellies! <3
