Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are

So The First Job That I Got - My Father Got It For Me - He Had His Clerical Collar On, Was A Gay Bar In D.c., It Was Mr. Henry's Of Georgetown.

My Father Was A Preacher In Maryland And We Had Crab Feasts - With Corn On The Cob, But No Beer, Being Methodist - Outside On The Church Lawn.

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.

You Don't Have To Justify Anything. Being Pissed Off Is Absolutely Ok.

I Don't Want To Sit On The Sidelines And Not Value The Gift Of Being Here. Instead Of The Idea Of Time Ticking Away, The Grains Of Sand Running Out, I Try To Think Of Time As Giving Me Another Grain Of Sand, Another Gift. So Time Passing Is An Accumulation, Rather Than A Diminishing.