The scream echoed across the Grand Canyon Shaking loose a family of five vacationing from one suburb of L.A. Or another.
Bohannon sat at the precipice fists clenched the music gone but for the pleas of the son hitting rock after rock not the daughter
“I met a girl,” he admitted, “when I was least expecting to meet a girl.” The great void seemed to suck the sound from his lungs. He continued, “I couldn't fathom life without her ... even before I loved her.”
His eyes were tortured – abu grahib style - more shame, less pain. He looked at this reporter (pernes tounia) and admitted, “I didn't mean to be mean to be mean to be true. I couldn't have been that mean if it wasn't the truth.”
Together we gazed from the cliff. Our backs broke from the mountain climb.
It was a thursday night in early March -and that night bohannon recorded “True”. Available now at www.artistopia.com/bohannon.