I Think That My Sensitivity To Music

I Dream Of Songs. I Dream They Fall Down Through The Centuries, From My Distant Ancestors, And Come To Me. I Dream Of Lullabies And Sea Shanties And Keening Cries And Rhythms And Stories And Backbeats.

There's Always That Moment When You Realize What It's Going To Be. You Might Have An Overarching Theme And You Need To Fill In The Blanks - And Then There's This "aha" Moment When You See Where It's Going. That's The Most Satisfying Part Of Writing.

Work ... Is Redemption.

I'm Not The Type To Turn To Drugs And Alcohol, But I Do Have A Profound Devotion To Art And Music - And Children.

With Time The Unbearable Becomes Shocking, Becomes Sad, And Finally Becomes Poignant.