“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: ‘The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.”
Author: Decker
Usually bemused by the current nuttiness of the modern world and attempting to maintain my wits by writing about it all
Our Quiet Moans
Humans traversing the various paths of insanity presented to them each day via gooey electromagnetic images, with a few words scattered about to make it
Saturday Jazz
The better half here at the Asylum will gently chastise me from time to time for posting the following gem from the Cannonball Adderley Quintet,
Skin upon Skin
The belief in miracles is always present in each of us, no matter what version of how the circus started we may believe in (or
The Joys of Over-Indulging – A Barrel Full of Ignorance
Now that “the 4th” is nearly over here in the richest country in the world, with many an American over-eating, over-indulging on whatever vice of
A 4th
An American in Paris is a jazz-influenced orchestral piece by American composer George Gershwin written in 1928. It was inspired by the time that Gershwin had spent in
Dispatches from the Asylum 