I Cried. (We’re All In This Together)

Life is a journey.  You’ve heard it said many times.  This poem is a glimpse into my journey through the tales of my tears.

I Cried.

When I was young…

I cried when I was in pain
I cried when things didn’t go my way
I cried when I got carrots instead of Peas
I cried when my parents forced me to say please
I cried for me.

Then I got older…

I still cried when I was in pain
But also when my family felt the same
When my sister flipped and broke her neck
I cried and cried I’ll never forget
When my dad had a softball claim his 2 front teeth
I bawled as I watched him spit blood on the street
When my mom broke bones and was stuck in bed
Niagra falls poured down to the ground from my head

I cried for my Family.

And then I got older…

I cried when my uncle died of cancer
I cried when I ask God why and never heard an answer
I cried in my pillow when my great aunt died
When I couldn’t go to her funeral and celebrate her life.
I cried when I lost each girlfriend to know I could no longer be there for them
I always look back to try and figure what I could do different if I could do it again.
I cried for my parents when our dogs died
Their whole world turned upside down over night.
I cried when someone I had known since birth
Gave into the lies others fed her about her worth

I cried when I lost something that could never be replaced.

And then I got older…

I cried for the world
I cried for all the hate I saw
I cried for the innocent
I cried for not knowing my roll to save them all
I cried for the ones who act on their hate
And the ones who have no control over their fate

I Cried For Injustice.

And then I got older…

 I started to cry when people would come together
When people would overcome to make it through the stormy weather
I cry when respect is shown
I cry when love’s true banner is flown
I cry when beauty is seen in nature
When people, despite their circumstances, make their lives better.
I cry when people are seen as the people they are becoming
Not as the people they were
I cry when peoples hard work pays off
I cry when good happens in the world.

Tears of sadness, tears of Joy.
They look the same.
The older I grew
The less selfish I became
Two eyes looking out
instead of rolling back in my head
Realizing that life was never meant to be private
But to be lived out together instead.

May each day we live
Cause our hearts to grow
To feel compassion for others
Looking to help each hurting soul.

We’re all in this together.

A meeting with the Devil.

Sunday morning I spent a couple moments with the devil.

Not by choice, mind you, he threw himself in front of me.  His vicious venom of pride and hate being spewed at me in the form of a middle age woman.  A woman who felt the need to let every person around her at that moment, know that they were the disease of the earth.

“The sooner that “your kind” are gone then the world would be a better place.”  That I and my coworkers were born with tails and we came from monkeys, but not her.

I tried to tell her in a calm voice, “Ma’am I don’t believe we came from Monkey’s anyway.”  But she just fired back, “Oh no.  You did. You came from your kind f***ing neanderthals.”

She kept going. Spewing hateful word after hateful word.

“$18.59 for your items ma’am.” I tried to say over her loud voice.

“Oh NO! I’m not done yet!” She screamed over me.

“Ma’am what are you doing? What are you trying to prove?”

“NO STOP! Im not done yet! You will all die of skin cancer, because you don’t have enough melatonin in your skin. And I can rest easy knowing that my kids will see the day when “your kind” will be eradicated from this planet and when that happens the world will be a better place.”

My Co Worker takes her outside and she continues. He hears her say something that insinuated white genocide and asks her a question to clarify.

“So You’re saying that you think everyone in that store should die?”

“It wouldn’t be a bad place to start,” She said as she continued to shout at him reiterating that point that “our kind” are the disease of the planet.

She finally gets in her car and leaves. We all gather in the store and tried to wrap our minds around what had just happened.

She said that she wanted us all dead.

The owners of a local general store that serves a community.
A standout Highschool athlete.
A couple about to get married and carry on the family business.
A traveling musician working to make the world a brighter place.

Never at any point did I want her to die. Maybe I wanted her to leave, but never to die. Most of all I just wanted to understand, but was never given a chance.

A couple of days before this event took place I had written a piece that I want to share and to accompany this experience.

The Equation 
By: Joey Charles
I sat down on my bed
Writing out the equations in my head
And every time I wrote them down
I became more frustrated with the answers I found

Every answer I got was equal to less
How can we be satisfied with this mess?

One less heart
One less life

One less hope
One less light

One less smile
One less child

One less time
One less mind

One less fight 
to make things right

We need this to stop
Before we lose sight
That all lives matter
All colors bring light

We need to live in light of this
To make our futures bright.


Through out this whole piece I’ve withheld the race of the people involved, because I didn’t want this piece to be mistaken for something it is not.

From the day I was born to the moment my fingers swept across these keys, I’ve never understood how the death of anyone, especially death based on race, has helped this planet. It just gives us one less mind to help fix the human race.

Every life lost is a tragedy. Red, Yellow, Black, and White they are all precious in God’s sight. He loves all His Children all around the world. Every life lost is a tear in His eye.

Sunday morning I met with the devil, and he tried to put hate in my heart.  Hate that would lead to a stereotype, that, in turn, would lead to division, that would ultimately leave me with an empty heart. Then the world would be without one more person to help make the world a better place.  It would have been easy to give in, because I had every right to feel that way.

But Sometimes The Things That Are Our RIGHTS, Aren’t Right.*

I told the Devil to BURN.

:Please take a moment to read my previous blog post about JAMYLA BOLDEN.  May her story cause us to move towards action:

Jamyla Bolden (In Memoriam)


*Adapted from a Quote from Bishop Alexis, a survivor of the Rwandan Genocide.

JAMYLA BOLDEN (In Memory of) – A Poem (So The World Might Know Your Story)

JAMYLA BOLDEN (In Memory of) – A Poem

So The World Might Know Your Story

I’m a 9 year old young lady                                                                                     Sitting on my bed                                                                                           Should be scared of monsters                                                                              But instead I’m scared of death

Every car that drives by                                                                                    could be the one                                                                                                That shoots the shot heard round the world                                                             Into my room

They told me not to worry                                                                                  That will never happen here                                                                                    But each night I hear                                                                                           the Crack of Guns and                                                                                         screech of tires                                                                                                       I know death is drawing near.

Shouldn’t I be living                                                                                             my childhood in Peace                                                                                         Not thinking that the colors I wear                                                                     Could cause my life to cease.

I don’t want to fear this fear                                                                                      I don’t want to cry these tears                                                                                 I don’t want my worth to be measured                                                                   In pride, power, or selfishness                                                                               I want it’s worth to be shown in years.

But tonight that will be stolen from me.                                                                   A thief I don’t know will steal what he doesn’t own. 

My life. 

I will be adding currency                                                                                     into my life savings account.                                                                             When a car will drive by                                                                                   taking everything out that I had saved.

One will stand in a crowd of thousands                                                               remembering me by name.                                                                                   Days later hundreds will cry in my honor                                                                   But will my story help the world to change?

In memory of Jamyla Bolden.  From the stories told about you by those who knew you, you were going to be a world changer.  I wish I could have met you.


In Honor of Shawn Williams for taking a stand.

Stand Up

DISCLAIMER:   This is an attempt at telling the story of Jamyla Bolden, who was shot while doing homework in a drive-by shooting in Ferguson, MO on Tuesday, August 18th, 2015.  This is my outlet to try and process what has happened.

“Tales Of A Wandering Heart” CD Release Party. July 31, 2015.


It took me some time, but Im coming home.

Local Boy To Celebrate CD Release At Maine Lakes Resource Center July 31.

On Friday, July 31, 2015 Joey Charles will be celebrating the release of his long anticipated debut album, “Tales of A Wandering Heart”, at the Maine Lakes Resource Center in Belgrade Lakes Village. It will be a night of original local music where he will be joined by two seasoned Maine Singer/songwriters, Jenny Van West from Portland and Ed Desjardins from Readfield.  

Joey is returning back home after 6 years of traveling around the world, collecting stories to tell and songs to share with those who will listen.  His debut album contains songs written from places such as Germany and Iceland and as far away as Hawaii, Guam and the island of Yap in Micronesia.  You can find him behind the counter at Day’s Store during the day, hosting the “By The Lakeside” Open Mic Series, or traveling the world in search of more stories to tell.

His CD is currently available at Day’s Store in Belgrade Lakes and also on iTunes, Amazon and CD Baby.com. 


TALES OF A WANDERING HEART: Every Opportunity Could Be A Dream Waiting To Come True.


Photo: Hanalei Sunset


LOCATION: Hanalei Bay, Kauai, Hawaii

It was a Sunday afternoon at Hanalei Bay.  I was visiting the pier like I usually did on Sunday Afternoons after church.  But on this Sunday I went down to the beach to practice some of my music for the TALES OF A WANDERING HEART tour this summer and ended up sitting right by the pier.  I sat there for a little while and started to go through my music and was really getting into it.  To the right there were some young ladies sitting under the pier enjoying the sun and my music.  To the left were families up and down the beach, kids digging in the sand and dancing up a storm.  I would have say that they seemed to enjoy what they were hearing as well.  It was a beautiful moment

Then, walking up the beach from my left,  a group of older ladies made their way up to the pier.  They started looking around for someone to take a picture of them and couldn’t really find anyone.  They were about to ask the sunbathing young ladies, but I jumped up and ran to offer my “professional”  services. 

“Oh thank you!,” they said as I took their camera and lined up the best shots I could with the mountains and the pier.  I made sure I took extra time to make their photos the best memories possible. 

As I handed the camera back over to the owner she shared with me that back home she had a photograph at the bottom of her stairs in the exact same spot that I had just taken their photo.  It was their dream to come to this exact place in the world and stand in the sands that they saw everyday walking down the stairs of their mainland home.  They also mentioned that the photos I took were the perfect way to capture the moment.  One lady slipped a bill in my hand.

“Ma’am, You really didn’t have to do that.  I would have taken the photo regardless.” 

“But you took the time and made the effort to help us make a dream come true.  So thank you.”

“You’re welcome and Thank you!  It will help me on my tour this summer.”  I shared with them a little bit about my music and where I was going and they seemed excited.

I don’t know if I will ever see these ladies ever again, but it was nice to be apart of their dreams and for them to help me towards mine.  I was able to help these ladies fulfill a dream that they’ve had for many years.  What a blessing.  It is in these moments when you aren’t expecting anything to happen that life changing events seem to find you.

Take every opportunity to help another person, because every opportunity could be a dream waiting to come true.


Photo: Under Hanalei Pier

Thoughts From This Wandering Heart: “I Shouldn’t Even Be Here.”


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It was my 27th birthday.  I was having breakfast at my favorite cafe on the island of Kauai,  Cafe Art Hemingway’s.  I was having a wonderful time eating with a good friend of mine and sharing smiles and laughter about the fact that I was getting old and such.  The waitstaff found out it was my birthday and wished me a happy birthday on several occasions.  It was a wonderful morning. 

After the meal was over I went to pay.  It was then, as i was about to check out,  that the owners found out it was my birthday.  Now Marcus and Jana have been more than kind to me over the 6 months i’ve been on island.  I make it a point to stop in at least once a week and see them, and they make it a point to know my drink and my regular order. 

Marcus said, “Why didn’t you say it was your birthday?  People come in here all the time trying to get free stuff saying its their birthday, but for you, we would have made you something.”

He paused.  “Go sit down.  You can’t leave.”

How could I say no to the owner of my favorite cafe?  I went back to my seat and continued to talk with Ashlin.  All of a sudden I was greeted with my regular drink, an Iced Americano.  The server told me that there was more on its way so I had to stay put.  I did as I was told. 

A few minutes later there came the servers once again this time with a homemade Tiramisu.  They started to sing Happy Birthday at their top of their lungs and it seemed like most of the cafe had joined in as well.  It was such a surreal moment for me.  They placed the dessert on the table in front of me and I thanked them for their wonderful rendition of Happy Birthday.

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As I picked up my spoon and looked at the dessert in front of me I became overwhelmed.  “I shouldn’t be here right now,” I thought to myself. “I should be dead.  I can’t believe all the things I would have missed if I had followed through with my plans when I was a young, depressed, high school kid.” 

A little bit of back story to this emotional moment.  When I was in Jr High School and the first couple years of High school I was very depressed.  I had several things happening in my life, everything from being bullied, to losing 4 people very close to me within 4 months of each other and not being able to attain closure by attending all their funerals, to being very busy with music, theatre and sports.  

I just wanted to be loved, but everywhere and everyone that I focused on getting love from seemed to push me away.  Not to say that there wasn’t love around me, from friends and family alike, but I was so blinded by my own pain that I shut out all the good that was around me and only focused on the things that weren’t going the way I wanted them too.  

I focused on the fact that the girls I wanted to date rejected me.  The cool crowd wouldn’t accept me at their gatherings or at the lunch hang outs.  I just felt so out of place.  

The pressure just got to be to much.  My heart felt like there was a weight so heavy on it that God himself wouldn’t be able to lift it.  I felt the only way people would notice me was if I wasn’t there anymore.  So I tried to take my own life.  

“People would notice me then.  They would feel sorry for me.  They’ll show how much they care only after I’m gone.  I’ll make them pay for not caring.”  

These thoughts would run through my head constantly.  But for some reason I wouldn’t push the blade hard enough.  I would bleed, but not enough.  I never crossed that line for some reason.  I attribute it to God giving me a pansy complex to avoid self inflicted pain at all costs, which I thank Him for to this day.  

This is the background that brought me to this moment. My 27th birthday.  Crying into a homemade tiramisu with my friend by my side.

By now my eyes had Niagara Falls pouring out of them, realizing all the blessings that I’ve been given in these 27 years of life. 

I thought about my friend, who had passed away last year by committing suicide.  I realized that this could have been me.  Having all the lasting impact on my friends and family.  I thought about all the people I wouldn’t have met.  All the smiles I wouldn’t have witnessed.  The songs I wouldn’t have sung or wrote.   How many more lives would have been lost if I hadn’t been there to talk to certain people when they were in their darkest hours.  Or shared my story of depression with groups of young people going through the same thing. 

I wondered if things would have been different with Nora if I shared my story with my own church, my own family.  It’s a question that could haunt me for the rest of my life.  Or it could have the power to jump-start my desire to share my story again about my struggle with depression and suicide. 

Why am I afraid of ridicule when even the dark parts of my life have the power to help save lives?  I have to remember it’s not my problem if people judge me, they have to deal with that in their hearts.  My job is to keep pressing forward.  To live through the darkness and come out on the other side with a story to share about God’s faithfulness and love.

My journey out of depression wasn’t one grand moment when it all went away.  It was a slow journey that took me realizing i couldn’t get out on my own, to realize that there was a way I could get out of it at all.  It was a journey back to God that got me out of depression. A journey that took me places that I never thought I would go.  To see smiles from people of cultures I never thought I would ever see.  To see that indeed there was a place for me here on earth, but just not the place I thought it was when I was a young boy.

I’ve come to realize that my place is wherever I can serve others, help them find their voice and realize their God given potential.  

This is my encouragement to you. 

Your story has its chapters for a reason and if God can take my mistakes and faults and turn them into something beautiful then I know He can do even greater things with your story.  Never willingly surrender the pen.  Don’t stop writing.  There will be plot twists, suspense, Lord willing even romance, but in the end let your story be one worth reading.

CARPE DIEM to you all!

From The Wandering Heart.


An In Depth Look at Music Goals for 2014 and 2015.


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So in my last post I was very vague about what I actually did in 2014.

“So many things happened”, I said.

“Not enough time in one day,” I said.

Well the truth is I like to write things with pen and paper more than type them out on technology. In 2014 I sat down with pen and paper and I wrote down 5 goals for my budding music career that I thought I would be able to accomplish in the calendar year. I was looking through my 2014 calendar and came across that list and started to assess whether or not I accomplished all I set out to do in 2014. So with that in mind I wanted to share with you what my goals for 2014 were and also which of them I was able to accomplish.
(Please Pardon grammar and spelling mistakes… this is an entry from my personal journal)




I couldn’t believe how much I really had done in 2014. I immediately started dreaming of what could be done in the current year we are in. So many possibilities and already two months have flown by!

So here we are, March 3, 2015 and I am going to share with you my music goals the coming year.


As I look at these goals I am already getting sweaty palms and my heart bpm rate has skyrocketed.

But I share these goals with you because it is you who helped me achieve last years goals. Most of you didn’t know you were pushing me on towards success, but you were. For this year its going to be hard to accomplish these 7 things, and I know the only way I’ll be able to do it is with your support. So please help me be accountable to what I have posted here. Message me, email me, call me and make sure I’m focused and on track. I appreciate all the support this far and I hope to make you smile in 2015.

Aloha to you from the islands of Hawaii!

2014… Full of Tales Told… 2015… What will you bring?

20130912-125508.jpgSo many things to share with you since my last post.

I can’t believe a year has passed since I was in Europe sharing stories of my journey with you. Or almost a year since I tried out for The Voice and just over a year since I started my CD, which this website is named after. So much has happened and I want so badly to share it all with you, but there just isn’t enough time in a day.

This year held two really big ongoing stories, my CD and moving to Kauai to work at HA Coffee Bar.

I wanted to update you on the CD. It’s done! TALES OF A WANDERING HEART by JOEY CHARLES is available on CDbaby for digital download as well as In CD form. If you would like a copy of the album directly from me just email me and I’ll try my best to get it to you in a timely manner. It is available on ITunes and Amazon and if you’d like to hear the tracks on the album I just put some of them on SoundCloud for you to check out. I am so excited to share this album with you and the people who have been listening to it already have had positive feedback.

I’m looking to have a CD release party soon here on Kauai, with a stellar group of musicians from the islands. Don’t worry “Mainiacs” I’m hoping to come home this summer and have a release party with the band that helped create this album with me. Stay tuned.

More news to come on that as it unfolds.

As far as my life here on Kauai it has been quite the journey. I still host the Open Mics on Saturday at Ha Coffee Bar and play music around town when I can. I recently played a show with stellar group of musicians for a Mele Kalikimaka performance at Ha Coffee Bar. I was able to share the stage with AOWL, Aldrine Guerrero, Aaron Nakamura, Juno Apalla, and Mark “Baldanado” Baldanado. It was an amazing event that inspired me to get down to business with my music.

It has been a year of learning for me in so many different areas, but most of all what it takes to be a performing artist and a recording artist. There is so much work involved behind the scenes that I never knew existed. Sometimes I wonder what happened to just making music? What happened to using your voice to create positive change? Your music to make people feel? Your lyrics to bandage wounds, instead of making them deeper or creating new ones? I hope for the next year I will be able to make music that inspires others, that heals wounds, but most of all stories that continue to tell the tales of this wandering heart. Some stories will be painful to tell, others will bring smiles filled with Joy. But all of them will be honest, and make you feel.

May 2015 be a wonderful year for you and yours. For me it is the beginning of a journey and I hope you will hang around to hear the…



October Newsletter- “The Moment Has Arrived”

Aloha Everyone!

I know it’s been a long while since I’ve put finger to keyboard to transcribe my thoughts, but this moment could not be passed by without taking note.

I’ve just got word that my album is completely mixed and ready to be mastered! This just seems like a dream! I’ve been working on this album since DEC 2013, in Readfield, Maine, with Producer Ed Desjardins and many other talented artists and now the moments is almost here to share all of our hard work with you.

I’ll share with you some exclusive bits about what to expect on the album.

1. There will be 10 songs, 9 original and one traditional, on the album.

2. Unlike my EP these songs are all full band arrangements.

3. My sister is a featured vocalist on one of the tracks.

4. The album will be called “Tales of A Wandering Heart”, just like my EP. It will also have the same album cover art by the wonderful and talented Rachelle Foucachon.

5. This album can best be described as eclectic. From the variety of places these songs were conceived, to the musical variety you will hear along the way, each and every one of you will be able to connect to the album in some manner.

I am so looking forward to getting this album out to you so you can hear some stories from my journeys around this great big world.

Much Aloha From The Island of Kauai to You wherever You may be,

Joey Charles
Le Professeur Music


Iris AlohaI first met Iris in a book.  Not a fairy tale story or a childrens book, but a book called “Life is the School, Love is the lesson” about free schooling, a new form of Homeschooling being done on the island of Kauai.  She had written a small piece about her experiences at the Kauai Music Festival Songwriting contest that she had won in 2011.  I was so intrigued by her story that I looked her up on Facebook and found that we had a friend in common that I went to Highschool with.  I messaged her and asked her about the Kauai Music Festival and from there we’ve become friends.  I officially met her back in June when I drove to VT to see one of her shows at Nectars in Burlington, VT.  Her soulful voice is a throw back to the Power Divas in their prime, but Iris doesn’t stick to just one genre.  We are similar in that regard. We have love for music as a whole, not just a love for a specific genre or type.  You can find her playing everything from Michael Jackson and Bob Marley, to Bonnie Raitt and Coldplay, but always with her special Iris brand stamped on it.

Iris is originally from Vermont, but took a few years to try living in the Hawaiian Islands, specifically Hanalei Bay, Kauai, where she made quite the name for herself.  Due to some health issues she has returned to Vermont while awaiting her time to get a new Kidney.  At just the young age of 24 Iris has gone from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows and is one of the strongest spirits I know.

Here is a little more information about Iris’ medical situation…

“Iris Downey, of Pacific Island heritage, was born and raised in Burlington, VT. In 2006 she was diagnosed with Acute Lupus Nephritis. After utilizing traditional western medicine and eating a raw vegan diet, Iris went into remission for a short period of time while living on the beautiful Island of Kauai, HI. She was able to establish a rich musical career and produce an album. However, given the strength and particular nature of her disease, it returned and quickly destroyed her kidneys. The doctors have told Iris that her only chance at a healthy life is to have a kidney transplant.”

-Patient Iris Downey “HelpHOPELive.com”

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Age: 24… turning 23 in the next few months. :-)

Hometown/ Current Location:  Burlington, VT/ Hanalei, Kauai, HI

Hobbies: Art.  Anything that has to do with Arts and Crafts.  I love to draw and create my own Press Materials.

Favorite Color:  Glitter

If you could get on a plane right now, where would you go?:  First Class/ Hawaiian Air/ JFK to Lihue, Kauai

What song are you singing in your head?:  Mirror, Mirror by m2m

Last book read:  Cowboys Are My Weakness by Pam Houston

Instagram Account ID:  irisdowneymusic

What is your occupation and how did you get into this line of work?:

Currently I am a part time musician, and a part time disabled American, waiting for a kidney transplant.

Its been a long journey that started with writing poetry and singing.  I taught myself how to play guitar.  The turning point for me was going to the Kauai Music Festival and after that I took songwriting a lot more seriously.  I started to work with Grammy award winner Charles Brotman on that first album.  Now that I’m sick, i’m taking a break from full time music, but still writing and performing from time to time in Vermont.  Hopefully when I get through this sickness I will continue writing not only for myself, but for other people as well.

What are some of the struggles you have had in your line of work? 

What are some Victories?

In the last five years its been really up and down.  At the beginning when I returned to hawaii it was hard to get connected with the right people, but when I did it was a blast.  We would go all around Kauai and play all the different venues and it was fun to be apart of that and meeting all kinds of people.

Another struggle was all the work it took to have a presence, not only on the island, but online and getting recordings done on time.  Being a one person jack of all trades in this industry is a lot of work.  You don’t realize how much work goes into the music, but luckily its a passion project.

A huge success was winning the Kauai Music Festival in 2011.  And my biggest struggle to date is just being sick.  It came out of nowhere and now I’m trying to find the balance between taking care of myself and being myself.  But I know there are more victories to come in the future so i’m looking forward to that.


What big things happened to you in 2013? 

What are you looking forward to in 2014?

2013 was a year that just left me battered.  Just going this time of being on Dialysis and needing a transplant has made me a different person.

But I see 2014 in a positive light, because I feel this year will be the year I get my transplant and can move on with my life.  Im really excited about the new person I am and the person I will be when Im healthy again.  The way that I’m looking at life and the way that life will unfold, Im just really excited about 2014.  I have no clue what its going to look like, but Im totally open to all the possibilities.


Please share something that you could use some help with in the next year:

Please like my Facebook Page.  I am always looking to connect and share my music with new people. A lot of my support these days is through social media.  So getting engaged with that is a huge help. You can find the links below.

And if you are in the VT area it would be a huge support if you were to come to my shows.  This is a huge form of support of me.  I will have my CDs available at the shows and I would love to get a copy into your hands.

Keep an eye out for me as I start to get to my feet back under me and get back out in the world.  I will need help in finding my way, getting back to what I was doing before, and just a simple check in from time to time would mean the world to me.


If you had the opportunity to tell the world one thing, what would it be?:

Take Care Of Yourself.  Take care of your body and your heart.


Any other comments/information you’d like the readers to know? 

Iris Downey’s links are:

FACEBOOK: Facebook.com/irisdowneymusic or search Iris in Bloom
INSTAGRAM: irisdowneymusic
TWITTER: irisdowney
WEBSITE: Irisdowney.com
YOUTUBE: YouTube.com/irisdowneymusic
TRANSPLANT INFORMATION: Helphopelive.org and search for patient Iris Downey

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