Journal

Fill Your Ears

I love this about Music.

When it is created and then shared with pure motives, it is like the releasing of beautiful birds born to explore far flung skies, or the throwing of multicoloured confetti on that fateful, life altering day.

I love it when Music is expressed with the hope [not the expectation] of appreciation.

I love it when the releasing of a Sound gives wings to both the creator and the created.

If I Could Go Back To Any Age

And do it all again

With all that I know now...

I'd go back and be fifteen years old.

And the only thing I'd do differently is tell fear to go jump.

That would have changed everything.