I Would Not Say That I Was,

The Past Nine Years In San Diego Have Represented Such A Period Of Questioning.

Certainly Being In California Has Encouraged A Sustained Commitment To Rethinking The Nature, Purposes, And Relevance Of The Contemporary Arts, Specifically Music, For A Society Which By And Large Seems To Manage Quite Well Without Them.

I Don't Like Listening To My Music, Not Even New Pieces. Generally, They Sound Pretty Much Like I Expected Them To Sound, So It's What I Wanted, And That's It.

There Would Seem To Be A Limit, Even For An Art Preoccupied With Boundaries And Transgressions, Beyond Which A Work Reaches Its Breaking Point And Becomes An Actual Failure, A Mere Experimentation.

When I Speak Of "cycles," I Am Referring To Lengthy Intervals Of Relative Homogeneity, If Not In The Resolving Of Problems, Than At Least With Respect To The Consistency Of Their Capacity To Productively Irritate.