So I'll Continue To Continue

People Often Called Us Perfectionists, But We Were Not Looking For Perfection. We Were Looking For Some Kind Of Magic In The Music.

I Lived In An Attached House. My Father Used To Drive Into The Wrong Driveway All The Time. He'd Say, Damn It, How Do You Tell One Of These Houses From Another?

No One Dare Disturb The Sound Of Silence...

And You Read Your Emily Dickinson, And I My Robert Frost. And We Note Our Place With Bookmarkers That Measure What Weve Lost.

Music Is Forever; Music Should Grow And Mature With You, Following You Right On Up Until You Die.