I Met My Old Lover On The

Who Am I To Blow Against The Wind?

I Don't Really Know Why An Idea Comes To Me. But All Of A Sudden, An Idea Comes And From Experience I Can Intuit What Something Means When An Interesting Line Pops Up. Or I Can Intuit What An Interesting Choice Might Be. And I Can Try A Couple Of Different Choices, And See Which One Feels Right, And Then Continue The Song To See Where It Goes.

These Are The Days Of Lasers In The Jungle, Staccato Signals Of Constant Information.

You Know, Life Is What You Make Of It- So Beautiful Or So What.

There Are Lots Of Really Good Guitarists, But They Play With The Same Pedals That Everybody Else Does. Everybody Buys The Same Pedals, So The Sounds Tend To Be The Same. I Am Looking For Different Ways Of Doing That Without Having To Spend Days And Weeks And Months Fooling Around With Pedals, Which I Don't Enjoy.