Every Night Is Different, A Ball Of

I'm Just Opening The Doors. And A Lot Of This Is New To Me - Thinking About It, And Letting Go Again And Again And Again, Trusting That If I'm Meant To Continue Working As A Musician, It'll Happen. If I'm Not, Then Pull Out The Life Support.

As Far As I Understand, The Second Coming Is Already Here. It's A Consciousness. It Is Not Someone Who Is Going To Arrive And Land In A Clearing In The Forest. The Hell That They Talk Of Is Going To Be People Creating Their Own Unhappiness, A Hell On Earth.

I Brought A Border Collie Back Home To Vancouver From Wales - Where Some Of My Ancestors Are From - And Needed To Challenge Him In Other Ways Than Just Being My Pet. So I Investigated Sheep Herding And Took A Few Lessons, And Decided I Was Probably Learning More Than My Dog!

If You Ask Someone If They Like Music, They Look At You Strangely. It Seems To Be A Universal Given. Like Asking Someone If They Like Breathing. It Is Like Breathing. Or Air, Rather. Flowing Without And Within. A Matrix Within Which Our Lives Are Set. The Setting For The Tableware Of Our Beings.

Acceptable Food Rots While We Are Chased From Bins Behind Restaurants, Chased From Sleeping On The Street, Chased From Relieving Ourselves Unless We Pay For Food Or Gas, Until Finally We Are So Hungry, Sleepless, Smelly, Constipated And Beaten-down That We Simply Die Of Lack Of Will To Live.