So Close To Touching Freedom, Then I

I've Never Felt Anything That Moves Me As Much As My Piano. I'm An Emotional Player. I Don't Really Like People. I Prefer My Piano To People. It's Totally Reliable And It's Alive. I Can Hear What It's Saying.

It's About Realizing, Painfully, You've Kept That Voice Inside Yourself, Locked Away From Even Yourself. And You Step Back And See That Your Jailer Has Changed Faces. You Realize You've Become Your Own Jailer.

To Heal The Wound, You Have To Go Into The Dark Night Of The Soul.

Let's Be Honest. You Let Yourself Be Pulled In Because It Felt Good To Be Wanted, Needed. But Then It Went Too Far, As Projected Images Always Do. If It's Not A Real Image, But One That Has Been Projected On To You, Then You Can Keep Up The Masquerade For Only So Long Before The Mask Cracks And The Paint On The Mask Peels Away.

I Felt Sidelined By The Industry, By The Preoccupation With Finding Something Newer, Younger.