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Some days, I’d swear I’m still that free spirited, 20-ish college student sporting moccasins with holes in the soles, pacing the streets of Kalamazoo, hair halfway to my butt, with the warm sun streaming across my face. …
Musings on music and life
Some days, I’d swear I’m still that free spirited, 20-ish college student sporting moccasins with holes in the soles, pacing the streets of Kalamazoo, hair halfway to my butt, with the warm sun streaming across my face. …
All an artist can do is try to keep putting work out there, day after day, come hell or high water. Whether you feel like doing it or not. And keep it together. …
I know it’s a real possibility that some—who knows, most?—of my muse will never see the light of day here on Earth. Yet I’m still alive, so I just keep at it. …
It sucks to feel that I can’t “be myself,” to say and do what I really believe. If only I were unafraid of losing my job and being broke again. …
Seems I spend too much of my time waiting for others. What are you doing that’s so much more important, I wonder? Hmmm. Or maybe you’re just an ass? …
I often feel like an alien. Like I don’t belong. See through everything with X-ray vision. Need to keep a low profile. Can’t afford to be busted. …
The “Last Man Standing” principle says if you can outlast the worst the world throws at you, YOU WIN! And you live to do it all again another day. …
Music is in my head. It’s in my DNA. I channel music from somewhere in the Universe every day. But if I’m separate from the music, then who am I? …
In Detroit, in the 1960’s and ’70’s, we grew up immersed in music. It was a magical time to be alive. …
I believe there’s a reason my songs are out there, just as we’re both here right now. Thank you for that, by the way. It wouldn’t be the same without you! …