Rampant Eclecticism Is My Middle Name.

Someone Once Asked Me Why People Sing. I Answered That They Sing For Many Of The Same Reasons The Birds Sing. They Sing For A Mate, To Claim Their Territory, Or Simply To Give Voice To The Delight Of Being Alive In The Midst Of A Beautiful Day. Perhaps More Than The Birds Do, Humans Hold A Grudge. They Sing To Complain Of How Grievously They Have Been Wronged, And How To Avoid It In The Future. They Sing To Help Themselves Execute A Job Of Work. They Sing So The Subsequent Generations Won’t Forget What The Current Generation Endured, Or Dreamed, Or Delighted In.

I Can't Sing Half As Well As Claudia Lennear. Hats Off To Her, But Somehow, Things Happened For Me.

In The United States, We Spend Millions Of Dollars On Sports Because It Promotes Teamwork, Discipline, And The Experience Of Learning To Make Great Progress In Small Increments. Learning To Play Music Does All This And More.

Life's Full Of Loss, Who Knows The Cost, Living In The Memory Of The Love That Never Was.

The Relentless Touring And Endless Repetition Of The Same Songs Over And Over Again Promoted A Creeping Awareness That My Music Had Begun To Sound Like My Washing Machine.