She's A Tear That Hangs

Music Needs To Have A Real Sacred Setting For People To Understand It. You've Got To Start Things Off With Friends Who Are Like-minded Or Even Strangers That Are Like-minded. Sending Your Music To Established Artists Or Labels Or Magazine, I Mean There Is Something To Be Said For Tenacity, For Trying To Pursue Recognition That Way, But It Just Doesn't Make Sense For The Best Work. And If You Do Make An Amazing Work, It's Sometimes Not The Best Way To Be Heard. You Have To Get On A Sacred Space, Like A Stage, And Do Your Testifying That Way.

Somebody Asked Me What I Wanted To Do. I Just Said I Wanted To…just To Give Back To It What It’s Given Me. And To Meet All The Other People That Are Doing It…just To Be In The World, Really.

Sometimes A Man Gets Carried Away When He Feels Like He Should Be Having His Fun And Much Too Blind To See The Damage He's Done, Oh Sometimes A Man Must Awake To Find That Really He Has No One. So I'll Wait For You And I'll Burn Will I Ever See Your Sweet Return, Oh Will I Ever Learn? Oh, Lover You Should've Come Over. Oh Love Well I'm Waiting For You.

Music Is My Mother And My Father; It Is My Work And My Rest...my Blood...my Compass...my Love.

Time To Write And Sing, To Laugh, To Listen, To Discover, To Cry, To Love Music.