Strange, I Thought I Knew

Sometimes I Breathe You In And I Know You Know.

If You Call Me A New-age, Airy-fairy, Hippie-dippy Airhead I Will Shove My Crystals Up Your Ass.

The Sense Of Loss Is Such A Tricky One, Because We Always Feel Like Our Worth Is Tied Up Into Stuff That We Have, Not That Our Worth Can Grow With Things We Are Willing To Lose.

In Order For My Live Performance To Work, Which Is About Generating A Focused Energy For About An Hour And A Half, It Is Necessary For Me To Listen And Take In Someone Else's Focused Energy The Day Of Or The Day Before The Live Show. That Can Transpire Through A Conversation, Or Inspiration Can Occur By Looking Through Any Type Of Visual Book Which Sparks A Narrative. That Narrative Then Becomes Today's Seed And Can Then Take Root In Music Terms, Where A Sonic Tree Begins To Grow.

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