I Try To Make My Music Have

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.

I Was Raised On Pop Music. Anything Classical Ran Together In A Complicated Blur.

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.

Though The Night Seems Long, You're Tears Won't Fall Forever.

I'd Probably Be Famous Now If I Wasn't Such A Good Waitress.