I've Always Hated Narrative Songs. I Hate

God Has Matured. He Is Not The Impulsive, Bowelless Being Of The Testaments - The Vehement Glorymonger, With His Bag Of Cheap Carny Tricks And His Booming Voice - The Fiery Huckster With His Burning Bushes And His Wonder Wands. Nowadays God Knows What He Wants And He Knows Who He Wants.

There Are Times When I Think I Can Sing It Better, But Usually I Find That I Can't.

And She Moves Among The Sparrows. And She Floats Upon The Breeze. She Moves Among The Flowers. She Moves Something Deep Inside Of Me

You're One Microscopic Cog In His Catastrophic Plan.

We Are Still Struggling With People Who Don't Feel Comfortable Going Into Museums. As A Visual Artist I Ask How Artists Can Be Part Of Enacting A Change.