Help me to save my beloved Queen
Everything you've heard on this album was written in a year I wasn't sure I'd survive. Through all of it, one small, faithful presence never left my side — my French Bulldog, Queen. In late spring her own body turned against her, and it hasn't let go since. What began as a scare has become a long fight: weeks of tests, transfusions, and nights spent waiting to see if she'd hold on. She's still here — still fighting — but the road back is far from over, and the costs have grown well beyond what I can carry alone. If these songs reached you and you'd like to help keep her going, the button below will take you there. Even sharing it makes a difference. — Ralph
Beloved Boy
I wrote a song for my mother, and today I'm letting it go out into the world.
She asked for almost nothing in her life. She worked, she held us together, she carried me alone. When the end came, she waited — held on across the water until I reached her side — and looked at me one last time before she let go.
„Beloved Boy" is everything I couldn't say in time, and everything I'll never stop saying. She is sewn into my chest. I haven't forgotten her, and I never will.
For you, Mama. 🤍