Life Doesn't Come At You. It Comes

I Recently Read That It's The Left Brain That Does All That Calculating, And The Right Brain That Does The Poetry. Somehow I've Veered Way Towards The Left. I've Been Doing It For Years. Maybe I Do Art To Balance It Out.

I Love Surprises And Coincidences. I Love Them Even More When I Don't Pass Them Off As Luck, But Rather Recognize Them As A Sign That My Life's Course Is Right On Track.

I Think More Obvious To Others, Is That I'm Most Vulnerable On Stage. Even Though I Know Which Songs I'm Going To Play, I Try And Keep It Loose And Base My Stage Time More On What The Audience Is Requesting Of Me.

Do You Ever Wonder What Happens To The Words That We Send Do They Bend, Do They Break From The Flight That They Take And Come Back Together Again With A Whole New Meaning In A Brand New Sense, Completely Unrelated To The One I Sent ((did You Get My Message?))

Live High, Live Mighty, Live Righteously