I Guess My Husband Is A Muse

The Sense Of Loss Is Such A Tricky One, Because We Always Feel Like Our Worth Is Tied Up Into Stuff That We Have, Not That Our Worth Can Grow With Things We Are Willing To Lose.

In Order For My Live Performance To Work, Which Is About Generating A Focused Energy For About An Hour And A Half, It Is Necessary For Me To Listen And Take In Someone Else's Focused Energy The Day Of Or The Day Before The Live Show. That Can Transpire Through A Conversation, Or Inspiration Can Occur By Looking Through Any Type Of Visual Book Which Sparks A Narrative. That Narrative Then Becomes Today's Seed And Can Then Take Root In Music Terms, Where A Sonic Tree Begins To Grow.

I Think Doing Variations On A Classical Theme Is A Dangerous Thing To Do.

I've Been Looking For A Savior In These Dirty Streets, Looking For A Savior Beneath These Dirty Sheets.

If All I Can Say Is I'm Not In This Swamp, I'm Not In This Swamp Then There Is Not A Rope In Front Of Me And There Is Not An Alligator Behind Me And There Is Not A Girl Sitting At The Edge Eating A Hot Dog And If I Believe That, Then Dying Would Be The Only Answer Because Then Death Couldn't Come And Say Peachy To Me Anymore And After All She Has A Brother Who Believes In Hope.