I Try To Make My Music Have

I Was Raised On Pop Music. Anything Classical Ran Together In A Complicated Blur.

Though The Night Seems Long, You're Tears Won't Fall Forever.

Every Night Is Different, A Ball Of Thread That Unrolls Differently.

As Far As I Understand, The Second Coming Is Already Here. It's A Consciousness. It Is Not Someone Who Is Going To Arrive And Land In A Clearing In The Forest. The Hell That They Talk Of Is Going To Be People Creating Their Own Unhappiness, A Hell On Earth.

I Am A Musician. I Didn't Know I Would Be So When I Was Young. I Do Know That I Have Always Heard Music In My Head That I Wasn't Hearing Somewhere Else And I 'needed' This Music. And Obedient To The Laws Of Nature, I Created Into This Vacuum.