The Making Of Music Is Profoundly Affected

Do I Wear A Helmet? Ugh. I Do When I'm Riding Through A Precarious Part Of Town, Meaning Midtown Traffic. But When I'm Riding On Secure Protected Lanes Or On The Paths That Run Along The Hudson Or Through Central Park - No, I Don't Wear The Dreaded Helmet Then.

I'm Not Suggesting People Abandon Musical Instruments And Start Playing Their Cars And Apartments, But I Do Think The Reign Of Music As A Commodity Made Only By Professionals Might Be Winding Down.

There Are A Lot Of People That Don't Scour Websites Regularly Or Read Music Reviews. They Need Whatever, The Other Kinds Of Stuff, Whether It's An Appearance On Lettterman Or Posters Or Ads. They Need To Kind Of Be Hit More In The Face And Be Told That There's Something New Out There.

Maybe It's Naïve, But I Would Love To Believe That Once You Grow To Love Some Aspect Of A Culture-its Music, For Instance -you Can Never Again Think Of The People Of That Culture As Less Than Yourself. I Would Like To Believe That If I Am Deeply Moved By A Song Originating From Some Place Other Than My Own Homeland, Then I Have In Some Way Shared An Experience With The People Of That Culture. I Have Been Pleasantly Contaminated. I Can Identify In Some Small Way With It And Its People.

I Couldn't Talk To People Face To Face, So I Got On Stage And Started Screaming And Squealing And Twitching.