The last time we took friends and students to Buenos Aires—friends, students, fellow dreamers. Where we danced under the weight of history and the hum of bandoneons, letting the city’s heartbeat stitch itself into our own.

When we came home, the memories wouldn’t stay still.
I sat with my guitar, fingers tracing a riff that felt like the clatter of cobblestones and laughter after midnight.
I called it My Trips at first—a postcard set to music.

But every time I played it, the song shifted—
like tango steps you thought you knew, only to find a new turn.
Little by little, it revealed its deeper truth:
my life isn’t just the places I’ve been,
it’s the boldness of the dreams I dared to chase.
Every adventure, every heartbreak, every song…
all of it is a dream made real by the simple act of stepping forward.

The groove stayed. The riff stayed.
But the song became something bigger—
a rocking little hymn to dreaming out loud,
to building a life where every trip is a testament:
dream it, do it, live it.
Enjoy,
Rusty

My Dreams:
I like my dance just a little wet
I like writin’ songs you won’t forget
And I like watching people when they sing
And bring to life the best that they can dream

And in my heart
I love to dream with you
And all the dreams we still have yet to do

And I like watching old late night movies
I like midnight dreams when you do me
I like standing deep inside the bloom
While unborn dreams still circle in the womb

And in my heart
I love to dream with you
And all the dreams we still have yet to do
So many dreams we still have yet to do
I want to do them all
Dream them all with you

Cause I like moving slowly through my time
And I like making music with my rhymes
I like making plans to take a trip
A trip we know we never will forget

And in my heart
I love to dream with you
And all the dreams we still have yet to do
Yes, so many dreams we still have yet to do
I want to do them all
Dream them all with you
I want to dream them all
Do them all with you

So many dreams
I wanna dream with you