it feels like summer in my spirit
like walking down wilson
over the river
and everything is the way it was
a longer time ago
a simpler time
just visiting here
gives me perspective
far away from the billboards and oxygen tanks
for a gentle moment
I become unstuck from fate
a point jumping free of a line
so I write this to remember
that even in november’s depths
I’m just as close to the sun
as I ever was
as I’ve ever been
After releasing 16 albums and 13 standalone singles, I permanently closed the lid on the William Steffey catalog. William Steffey’s swansong was the single “Sparkle”,
Holden glanced around the oblong conference table jammed into Meeting Room Q. The mouse-shaped communicators on its glass top clicked and whirred, zipping data directly
There’s something campy and demented about William Steffey’s Hot Rod Stigmata that reminds me of the Butthole Surfers if they could stand still for enough
