With An Iron-clad Fist, I Wake Up

I Was Just Another Long-haired Teenage Kid With Visions Of Grandeur, Strumming A Tennis Racket Or A Broom In Front Of His Bedroom Mirror.

Piano Playing Is A Dying Art. I Love The Fact That I Can Be One Guy With One Instrument Evoking An Emotional And Musical Experience.

In Our Town, The Most Popular Way Out Was Joining The Service. So My Three Best Friends Joined The Navy To Get Out. I Didn't.

Each One Of You Has Something No One Else Has, Or Has Ever Had: Your Fingerprints, Your Brain, Your Heart. Be An Individual. Be Unique. Stand Out. Make Noise. Make Someone Notice. That's The Power Of Individuals.

Miracles Happen Everyday, Change Your Perception Of What A Miracle Is And You'll See Them All Around You.