Everywhere You Look On The Planet People

In The Beginning, There Was Noise. Noise Begat Rhythm, And Rhythm Begat Everything Else.

The Adventure Of Composition Is A Mystery. The Muse Has Her Ways, She Hides From You, Comes For You In The Middle Of The Night, At Midday, At Dawn. You Must Believe Wholeheartedly In This Divine Power. Its An Elusive Gift That Can Appear At Any Time, Anywhere. Artists Are In Awe Of It.

What Is The Best Music Is Impossible To Define. Just Because It's Played By A Virtuoso Player, Doesn't Mean It's Great Music. It Might Not Reflect The Soul Of A People, Which Is Really My Criteria For Great Music.

Adventures Don't Begin Until You Get Into The Forest. That First Step Is An Act Of Faith.

The Voice Of The Drum Is A Spirit Thing.