Harmony Is Next To Godliness

My Masters Are Strange Folk With Very Little Care For Music In Them.

I Play The Notes As They Are Written, But It Is God Who Makes The Music.

Without My Morning Coffee I'm Just Like A Dried Up Piece Of Roast Goat.

What I Have Achieved By Industry And Practice, Anyone Else With Tolerable Natural Gift And Ability Can Also Achieve.

God's Gift To His Sorrowing Creatures Is A Joy Worthy Of Their Destiny.