Del Vezeau
Warbling gyroscopic tumbler hurtling through interdimensional space with occasional view lines of a distant sun. Its heat, briefly upon my face then gone as fast again. I attempt to summon all my will to seize hold of my own life force in an attempt to slow my trajectory, lengthen the gaze upon this sun and maybe, just maybe, direct myself towards it. I've got to try. Everything depends on it. Founder of The Canadian Guitar Festival
