The Piano That Found Me:
ACT I: THE FOG I WAKE UP IN
Most mornings
I wake up
ninety percent inside a cloud.
Not sleep.
Not dreams.
A fog that lives behind my eyes
and refuses to lift
no matter how well I behave.
I Can’t Do Fake
by Christopher Sopher
Act I: I Can’t Do Fake
It flashes like a red light in my mind—
a glitch in the air,
static crackling beneath polished smiles.
A warning.
A hollow sound in a crowded room.
I know it when I feel it.
I see it before it breathes.
Fake.
The Hotel Déjà Vu is a concept album that unfolds like a film you swear you’ve seen before but can’t quite place. Set inside a liminal hotel where time bends and memory loops, each track feels like stepping into a room charged with intimacy, dreams, desire, and awakening.
"An artist’s reflection on attention, creativity, and the systems that train us to keep moving." — I was walking down a sidewalk in Los Angeles when I came across this stereo — out of place, quiet, and strangely present in a city that rarely stops moving. Photo by Christopher Sopher
The Spine of the Sun Where Light Breaks Open is a poetic odyssey of resilience, transformation, and self-reclamation. Told in four acts, this powerful collection explores the depths of survival, the echoes of silence, and the fire that burns within those who refuse to be broken.
The album is built as a living cycle, where Track 18 folds back into Track 1 and the story begins again. The loop mirrors the way love, heartbreak, healing, and self-discovery return to us throughout life.
One night — cold, windy, the kind of night Chicago hands you without apology — our phone rang. His friend said something that felt both impossible and totally believable in that downtown melting pot.
“Get down to Buddy Guy’s Legends right now. We’re playing pool with Buddy and Eric Clapton.”
GE Smith: A Lifetime of Grit, Strings, and American Music… Finally Meets Carnegie Hall
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Music News
Phoenix, Arizona
November 30, 2025
November
On November 24, 2025, at the United Center in Chicago, Paul McCartney showed everyone in the building exactly why he’s lasted more than sixty years at the top of music. It wasn’t his voice. It wasn’t the band. It wasn’t even the songs.
It was his grace.
