“Music is where I feel loved. Past, present. Music is where I give love. Why do I continue to enter rooms of strangers who are suffering, dying, cursing, diminished, unwashed? Because of love. I don't see hollow faces, blank stares,… — Robin Russell Gaiser Copy Share Image
“Music is where I feel loved. Past, present. Music is where I give love. Why do I continue to enter rooms of strangers who… — Robin Russell Gaiser Copy Share Image
