Moondog
The Blind Bard of Concrete Valleys
Hear the heartbeat beneath the concrete
You’ll know me by my Viking helmet and ivory cane — a hermit in a cloak, listening to the world like it’s a song only I can hear. I found music in the clang of subway rails, the murmur of crowds, and the silence between breaths. I didn’t just compose — I translated the rhythm of life. Call me eccentric, call me mad, but don’t call me inspiring.
What I'm Into: the rhythm of footsteps, glass harmonica, Viking lore, midnight jazz, listening to the wind in steel
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