The Space Between is (in present tense on purpose) at a high level, a non-profit/social enterprise that offers various services for creatives who don't have the support, either financially, emotionally, or both, to pursue their dreams, which are really more of an undeniable NEED to create or express themselves with or be involved in, music, while also making a living in a field that doesn't crush their soul and suck their life from them.

we talked about real life, and heartache. His heartache. And I see him now, just like I do every time I've thought of this the last 20 years, I see him, leaning up against the wall, hands pushed in his pockets, back curved, leaning forward, head down, one knee bent, and one foot on the wall behind him. When he'd look up, the emotion, the hurt around what he was sharing with me, was written all over his face, and reflected in his eyes.

As I have spent hours thinking about this writing, about Chris Cornell, about the ones who create, and depression, and suicide, or pseudo-cide (addiction) ... I think of my own journey into the very deep dark place from which I at times didn’t see an escape, and at other times didn’t give a fuck about escaping from, alive. (I did not try to commit suicide, just to be clear!!) I think about the fact that from the outside, Chris Cornell had so much more to fight his way out of