Peter Green is gone. Dreamer, visionary, and otherworldly bluesman.
poetry
Just three floors short! And no elevator. Not any more.
The Palace at night. Memories from a far-off place, from a far-off time.
We have what we have. Others might dream of destruction. Hold on.
It’s all music: poems, songs, records, books. Now, and through the ages.
The Palace spins some thoughts about Daniel Higgs and Fumie Ishii, their band Fountainsun, and the timeless mystery of sweeping.
