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HIS SPIRIT LIVES ON! ... BONER, THE PIANO DOG ... November 27, 1994 ... February 20, 2010

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February 14, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I got a Valentine today, lol. My property manager left a heart of chocolates. I give her little gifts of appreciation from time to time for her work as I really appreciate her dedication and how she preservers in the crazy apartment complex where I live. Concerning the journey, my friends contribute, my foe's once confronted claim that I beg. Well hell yea. I have no problem begging for those in need who cannot beg for themselves. That helping... only happens through my friends. Todays photo is last Valentines Day. Mo and I traversed up and down the back alleys of Las Vegas to show some love for humanity to those laying in the gutters. I had filled small netted red bags with candy and little toys. I did not have the where-with-all this year to do it again. Help!

February 13, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

After an excruciating physical, mental, emotional six hours trying to trouble shoot Traveling Piano sound problems, trading in and out the piano I've been using with another broken one in storage, both having notes that no longer work and having my sustain and two other spare pedals that would not work... I got everything working, sort of. As I began to create music on the street a neighbor walked by. I asked if she wanted to play. She said no but I'll go get my ocean drum and play some with you. I thought to myself, whatever. She came back and began to play along with my improvisation and it felt like I was going to cry. It sounded like I was on the beach with the waves lapping on the sand. After about fifteen minutes I stopped and was like, what was that... did that just happen? All my stressed out angst just washed away into the ocean.

February 12, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada






February 11, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada


February 10, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

The focus of my life right now is Mo. His needs, my enjoyment of him in every moment is all that matters. He helps me feel sane, reflects my love through him, I do not feel alone with Mo. Everyone is fading away in life from me while Mo is right here and present with me. I am hoping he will reach his 16th Birthday coming up very soon on the 23rd. I exercise as much as he can exercise which is little, my activities are limited according to his ability and I just will not leave him alone to go live my life in any way on my own. We have been with each other twenty four hours a day since he was five and a half months old and now as he is old and getting ready to pass, I am going to separate to go out and exercise or go shopping while he is still here with me? Not a chance. My life revolves around his needs and our being together. He is happy even through his struggles, loves eating as always, loves to feel playful, loves walking as much as possible which to him now is running, he enjoys accomplishing feats such as getting down the stairs without falling and people. I enjoy taking the time to cook his food and make homemade treats. In every moment I prepare myself to not collapse in desire to live once he goes without me.

February 09, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

With that moronic, fascist, fake religious event held to counter the Superbowl's entertainment half-time show yesterday, it came to mind how authoritarianism does not lend itself to having a true creative edge. This is why church music trying to be pop music is aways stale, fake... for example Kid Rocks bad lip synching at that maga show and how Erica from that Turning Point organization as Tammy Fay presented herself so boringly. True creativity and ingenuity has the freedom to explore with diverse, uncensored ideas and always wins out because... deep down to the soul, people can smell the truth of spirit. It is not controlling or manipulative which is at the core of fascism, dictatorships, fake religious evangelicalism or whatever you want to call authoritarianism.



My own individual and personal music, for which I will be forever grateful manifested with this journey. I often tell people it was like having sex for the first time. I needed to share it freely and get as much as possible, lol. I did not want to sell my sex. It does not come across recorded very well anyway. It has always been best as a personal one-on-one in real life, present and spontaneous communication, interaction with and for others. My music is as intimate as it can get and pure soul. That is why 99.9% of people respond in positive ways and that has always been the case.There has been many, many life changing responses in all positive ways through my music. It works through zero ego and 100% humility and gratitude. My music has given me the feeling of connection, that of feeling part of, worth, validation, attention and purpose for the world.

February 08, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Today being the Superbowl with all the hype and controversy surrounding the game, I did not watch it. I've never been interested in the Superbowl itself although it has been a significant aspect of this journey throughout several years. To participate in it, that had been the wildest dream I ever had and so I pursued the dream seriously and unwaveringly... through Oprah. Lol, that was back when she was still prominent in entertainment. Then came a point where I realized it was not going to happen and I was not sure whether I had ever really wanted it to happen to begin with. I realized I may have been fooling myself as I've never had much respect for sports in anyway specifically, the over-hype of football. Not that there's anything wrong football for other people, I've just never been interested. My participation was simply a big fun idea to streak across the football field with the Traveling Piano and my music and everything and enjoy all the attention.



My Superbowl dream came through as a result of my first front page news cover in the Philadelphia Inquire back in 1987. It was at the very beginning of my work with a piano on the back of a pickup truck. Now, I realize I've had many wild dreams throughout life that I would not want to manifest. specifically a few nightmares. The pursuit of that Wildest Dream turned out to manifest different dreams I've always actually wanted. To name a few, living somewhere else than I had been my entire life, seeing the best of the worlds nature, interacting and having fun, friendship and respect with people from all walks of life, significant worth and purpose for the world and I think the most significant even though sometimes I do not feel this way, I have become a "part of" people's lives and embraced in every way that has worth. Most of all I feel enormous respect in people having wanted what I have to offer for them and the world. My goal has always been to connect with just one person and that has manifested easily into millions with over 100,000 one-on-one people, in person. All... through humility and gratitude.

February 07, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I can't believe we live in a world where a fifteen minute halftime performance causes more outrage than the Epstein files. Once MAGA heard "Kid" they were all in. Kid Rock actually wrote a song about how good it is to want underaged girls and republican voters and evangelicals... not a peep. Trumps name is listed more than 38,000 times across all the documents. (best friends for ten years) The redaction of names and "why" is astounding. This, all to cover up pedophilia just as the Diocesan Roman Catholics tried to do for their priests before they were found out. As these pigs get away without accountability, I can see the idea of pedophilia becoming objectified. As I learn more and more about those being "groomed" especially those young through religion, fascism, the idea of being an Incel, misogyny, racism, gas lighting and fear it hurts my soul. Trying to function with it all, keep a balance between awareness with activism along with my own life and work as a gay, older, socially responsible man for the sake of future generations... ugh. And then there is Melenia and her pedophile movie director, her connection with Epstein and her own skanky modeling past ... God forbid anyone delves into that, right?

February 06, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada


February 05, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada


February 04, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I was not feeling well last night physically like something was seriously wrong like my heart and everything was weak. And then I realized, I've been out with the truck every day for eight days in a row. That has not happened in years! It has just been a short time each day, under an hour but still, the energy I put out with music and talking with people giving them all I got... is still draining physically and I am fat and seventy years old, lol! So today I knew not to push it and even now, its later in the night and I still feel queasy. After Mo dies, I'll push it. The days are now beautiful and I want to make use of every minute enjoying them with people, music and Mo. We went for a kind of short walk in the sun and that was sooo... good even though the walking is super slow. For Mo, that super slow is actually as fast as it gets.


February 03, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

How revolting to have to use a photo of trump, a fascist dictator on our National Park pass! And the National Park Service will void passes with stickers over trump's face. Anyone who thinks this is ok or worse, likes it, they should be put down. As we all traverse through the future, I think about what I say in person and on the internet all the time. Throughout my life I have practiced to use direct, emotional and passionate wording so what I say gets noticed. It has been both a plus and a minus for me but I cannot help but cut through the shit. That exemplifies my emotional maturity as I do my best to be responsible and considerate of what I say, how and why and for... the truth in spirit. I have absolutely no problem in being a martyr for the truth of spirit. I know it well, as a professional. It comes from a life of self-study and observation and as well the consistency of the world around me. As our freedom of speech closes down more and more, if a time comes when all those who resist and do not bow to the dictator get swept up, I will most probably be one of the first. This because of where I say what I say. It pushes the limits.



But ya know, there is a zero chance that I am going to allow anyone to make me fearful enough to give up my moral character and ethnics, my soul. The history of my consistency on the matter speaks for itself. It is sort of like drinking... I've spent forty three years working my life every day to not take that first drink and now with all that time and experience behind me like, I'm going to throw all that away and drink? Fuck no. But for the grace of God, no. Same goes for the Traveling Piano's mission of not taking tips, fees or having any commercial affiliation, that branding for twenty years I have built on, it has not been easy. Would I for any reason now throw all that away for a few tips? Again, fuck no, lol. So it is with my freedom of speech "in the spirit of truth" politically. Not even the threat of death would make me give that up. Just think of how many soldiers died for me to have the freedom of speech in WWII and over the same shit we are now going through once again on my fucking home turf? Yea, I am willing to die for my countries ideals because they are 100% in alignment with everything I have ever stood up for throughout my entire life and what it is to be a human being in the Truth of Spirit.

February 01, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

A friend passed. She meant a lot to me even though I had to keep a distance as a result of her having dissociative identity disorder (yes, thats a thing) compounded by alcoholism. We were very close through a period of this journey and in recent years connected just a few times yearly. She represented both love and hell to me, the love won out... from a distance. I want to help keep the memory of her spirit alive with the following...

Becky was a woman who lived a life full of passion. Her spirit was ferocious. She showed the true strength of a woman on a quest to be the best human being possible. Becky had many relationships in life both functional and dysfunctional. No matter the situation, her love was ongoing without pause and was unparalleled. She could be batshit crazy lol, but... that could not be matched with her ability to be level headed, conscientious and just plain smart. Becky did not have an easy life but made the best of everyday without waste. She cared about people other than just herself. She loved music specifically the piano and was a supporter of the arts. As an adult, she supported childhood friends. Becky used to work with penny stocks in the market to help others.



She enjoyed cooking both professionally and personally. Her sense of humor was strong and dry. She loved nature and animals specifically her horses, dogs and cats and she loved the state of Montana where she lived for many years. Becky was a ferocious protector with gratitude and appreciation for American Social Democracy and walked the walk with her words through action. She was active political member of the Democratic Party and as a community member enjoyed taking responsibility for what needed to get done. Becky no longer being here with us, she is missed but she will never be forgotten. Becky lives on in our memories with love and appreciation and she left this world a better place through her presence while here. Long live Becky Saunders now in spirit as once manifest! A loving human being who will always be loved in return as she now spiritually watches over us all. We love you Becky!