I Love Getting Out Of My Comfort

I've Noticed That When I Am Selling A Lot Of Records, Certain Things Become Easier. I'm Not Talking About Getting A Table In A Restaurant.

I Resent The Implication That I'm Less Of A Musician And A Worse Person For Not Appreciating Certain Works.

I Love Writing. I Don't Claim To Be Great At It. Occasionally I Get A Good Sentence Off. But I Love The Activity.

I Sense The World Might Be More Dreamlike, Metaphorical, And Poetic Than We Currently Believe--but Just As Irrational As Sympathetic Magic When Looked At In A Typically Scientific Way. I Wouldn't Be Surprised If Poetry--poetry In The Broadest Sense, In The Sense Of A World Filled With Metaphor, Rhyme, And Recurring Patterns, Shapes, And Designs--is How The World Works. The World Isn't Logical, It's A Song.

Technology Has Altered The Way Music Sounds, How It’s Composed And How We Experience It. It Has Also Flooded The World With Music. The World Is Awash With (mostly) Recorded Sounds. We Used To Have To Pay For Music Or Make It Ourselves; Playing, Hearing And Experiencing It Was Exceptional, A Rare And Special Experience. Now Hearing It Is Ubiquitous, And Silence Is The Rarity That We Pay For And Savor.