Music, when played passionately
enough, having nothing to
do with talent, can deeply
and profoundly move a
man’s soul.

A man
Another guy on the street.
Sometimes the notes I sing
come out flat and clumsy
But I swear to god I’ll
never miss a beat.
I might look fucking crazy
but damn it feels good to dance
makes me feel gold like the sun
And other sorts
of marvelous impossibilities.

–> Original Text available on the official website ( Scanned picture of Spencer’s Journal page

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