The page for music has been created.
music is the dance of the object we call spirit.
close your eyes and become outside of it.
it can trance you in beauty, and anger you to solitary.

--Thursday, January 15, 2004--
The new pattern starts soon for me. A new rotation. I am ready to go, ready to challenge them. A fight for my life i suppose. Music is wonderful, the feeling of creating music equals the feeling of being alive. Look at where people take it now, warped through machines. Lets change that, that is a good challenge. I'll not waste any time now.
--Thursday, January 01, 2004--
The new year under the standards of the world has come. I will continue on my path, and with the people who are woven with me. I'll be strumming my guitar down the road, singing and yelling into the night air. Then she will come down, and we will have a hang over. When the time is certainly right, i will become only as a speck of dust in your eye.
--Wednesday, December 03, 2003--
Music may be so tainted by pop culture and new rock. Yet never will cease to send shivers down my spine. Music is progression. Music is without pity. Music is stronger than fear and hate. You can not touch music. You can't taste music. It flows inside of us all. Some can not play music, some even lack enjoyment. Music is my suicide. Music is my life force. I will be propelled by the vibration of my strings. Their wonderful rattle which teases my creativity. My strings are not bound by any contract. They accept and decline what they must. I thankfully have reached a place where one others strings are dancing along with mine. Playing the same tune. I can play my strings loudly and precisely. The other watches me; learning, teaching.