Boog Graham
An Autobiography....
Introduction
“…Rivers run through it and birds fly above it while life’s indelible issues persist. The Willow tree is made of roots and branches – the roots solid in the past, drinking from deep hidden waters while the branches are ever spreading, shaped by wind and weather. So am I – planted here within my feet on the ground and my head in the sky, stretching my limbs once again to share the music that both feeds me and is from me in this season…”
-- Those words reached me. They came from the 1992 film, A River Runs Through It, written by Norman Maclean, filmed by Richard Friedenberg, and directed by Robert Redford.
My roots are fibers sprouting from my ancestor’s lives. A rhythm, a cadence keeping beat within my soul. And so, it will go. Tying my life around poetic lyrics from my favorite musicians that move my soul, endlessly invading my stream of thought. This is where I sometimes think I'm must be drinking from the deep hidden waters. From a place where no one can find me, or where I can find them through my journeys that I often respect as a rite of passage…as I may interpret them.
Since my father moved on, I had to understand how that feels. That took some time. But I now come to understand that space and time meant something different to me, then the cosmologist out there. Yea I was barely ten years old, and I was going through a family breakup. So what, I’m still going through the breakup in another place and another time. "..I plan to crawl outside these walls, close my eyes and see, and fall into the heart and arms of those who wait for me. I cannot move the mountain now, I can longer run. I cannot be who I was then, and in a way I never was…"
It's no wonder that this site will be dedicated to my writing and music.
1952-1963
-- It's no wonder that this site will be dedicated to my writing and music.