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People Think They Know Me, But They Don`t. Not Really. Actually, I Am One Of The Loneliest People On This Earth. I Cry Sometimes, Because It Hurts. It Does. To Be Honest, I Guess You Could Say That It Hurts To Be Me.

When Children Listen To Music, They Don't Just Listen. They Melt Into The Melody And Flow With The Rhythm. Something Inside Starts To Unfold Its Wings - Soon The Child And The Music Are One.

To Clink Glasses Of A Freshly Made, Seasonal Beer, Preferably In A Pub Or Garden, With Friends And Perhaps New Acquaintances, Is A Ritual That Makes Every Participant Feel Good. We May Not Rationalize This At The Time, But It Gives Us A Sense Of Place In Our Common Community And Our Time In The Tides Of Life On Earth. This Is A Way To Value Beer And Treat It With Respect.

I Wake Up From Dreams And Go, 'wow, Put This Down On Paper.' The Whole Thing Is Strange. You Hear The Words, Everything Is Right There In Front Of Your Face. ... I Am Always Writing A Potpourri Of Music. I Want To Give The World Escapism Through The Wonder Of Great Music And To Reach The Masses. ... And I Remember Going To The Record Studio And There Was A Park Across The Street And I'd See All The Children Playing And I Would Cry Because It Would Make Me Sad That I Would Have To Work Instead.

I Think The Actor Or Performer Should Be - To Touch That Truth Inside Of A Person. Touch That Reality So Much That They Become A Part Of What You're Going And You Can Take Them Anywhere You Want To.