i don’t know who i am
or what i am
i don’t know anything
except music
i know music
i am music
music is my religion
music is my home
music is my only true family
the process of learning music…
the process of creating music…
the process of performing music…
the process of listening to music…
the process of experiencing music…
ultimately,
i don’t care about anything else
music is oxygen
music is life
without music, there is nothing but chaos and death
music is the light
music is the fluctuation
between seasons
back in my street musician days in london i was frustrated one day
finding the right songs to sing to make money… to pay rent and buy food
(to become famous so i can afford to produce the sounds in my head)
songs i wrote and thought were great
people walked by, made me feel like i’m a pathetic loser zero human
what am i doing here, i asked myself in anger even as i sang
there was a wise musician there who told me to forget about playing songs
just play music and the people will come he said
i’m still trying to figure out what that means.
it’s the sound of a confused human sharing his discoveries
Exploration.
Inspiration.
I want to ignite wild madness in people.
i suck at everything except music