We Don't Create A Fantasy World To

The Groove Is So Mysterious. We're Born With It And We Lose It And The World Seems To Split Apart Before Our Eyes Into Stupid And Cool. When We Get It Back, The World Unifies Around Us, And Both Stupid And Cool Fall Away. I Am Grateful To Those Who Are Keepers Of The Groove. The Babies And The Grandmas Who Hang On To It And Help Us Remember When We Forget That Any Kind Of Dancing Is Better Than No Dancing At All.

At The Center Of Everything We Call 'the Arts,' And Children Call 'play,' Is Something Which Seems Somehow Alive.

But Paper And Ink Have Conjuring Abilities Of Their Own. Arrangements Of Lines And Shapes, Of Letters And Words On A Series Of Pages Make A World We Can Dwell And Travel In.

The Histories Of Vampires And People Are Not So Different, Really. How Many Of Us Can Honestly See Our Own Reflection?

Gospel Singing ... Is The Rawest, Sweetest, Uninhibited And Exquisite Sounds A Person Can Make Or Hear. It Isn't Music, It's An Entire Experience You Feel And Live. A Sound To Rise You Up Again.