May 10, 2000: Grasping inner strength
He or she…who sits silent—continues to piece together…while the talkative refuses to admit they weren’t listening.

Interviewer:Are you a musician or a lyricist?
Reply:I’m someone who makes up crap but refuses to flush it down the toilet.
Interviewer:Someone asked about where this creativity comes from, your answer was,
“I feed my imagination.”
Reply:I never hold back what my imagination chooses to deliver. At any given
moment, it can change directions. I leap onto that ship believing in the
imagination while never assuming it’ll be there. If you believe in it—assumption is never present.

A cast shadow lives like no king up on a wall that’s shaded—enter the sun, he who bends color…but it’s too late, the shadow has been erased.
What you see, is what you feel—you don’t need an entire world to learn how to accept yourself.

Note: Since the very early seventies I’ve found great joy in writing music, making up songs while turning radio station production libraries into incredible orchestras fully capable of backing me up. Silently, I’ve created several hundred pieces of music that huddle in mass on cassette tapes and cd’s. I’ve written two rock opera’s and have handwritten the stories behind the music. It’s not my passion to be neither famous nor recognized for this sickness I call creative flow. If I stop my body from creating, I might as well start shopping for the urn to place my ashes in.