God Of Jazz - Tumblr Posts
Baby piano cries under your heavy index and thumb, pull some strings- let them sing
I have a shit-ton of pictures of Gary
Oh my Gary, it's god...
This is my favorite one I've done of Gary. 💚🖤
A clear shock to the eyes. The eyes of god. The sun is out again. The light, brilliant in your eyes. I can't begin to imagine the heat on my face from those eyes as I look in them. The radiance. Haunting: persistently recurring to the mind; difficult to forget. Hiraeth (Welsh): a blend of homesickness, nostalgia, longing; a pull on the heart that conveys a distinct feeling of missing something irretrievably lost. But something you may never have had in the first place. Someone you may never have had in the first place.
Here's some pictures of Gary Thain riding David Byron around and sitting on his chest I've accumulated over the years because it's always good to see a fucking smoking hot bassist riding the lead singer around like a horsey! It's so sad they're both gone. 💚🖤
