Music Is Forever; Music Should Grow And

Having A Track Record To Live Up To And The History Of Successes Had Become A Hindrance. It Becomes Harder To Break Out Of What People Expect You To Do.

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!

You Have Underestimated My Power, As You Will Shortly Discover.

Life I Love You, All Is Groovy.

These Are The Days Of Lasers In The Jungle, Staccato Signals Of Constant Information.