In The Beginning, There Was Noise. Noise

Life Is About Rhythm. We Vibrate, Our Hearts Are Pumping Blood, We Are A Rhythm Machine, That’s What We Are.

I Hated Science In High School. Technology? Engineering? Math? Why Would I Ever Need This? Little Did I Realize That Music Was Also About Science, Technology, Engineering And Mathematics, All Rolled Into One.

Dreams Sometimes Foretell The Future.

The Adventure Of Composition Is A Mystery. The Muse Has Her Ways, She Hides From You, Comes For You In The Middle Of The Night, At Midday, At Dawn. You Must Believe Wholeheartedly In This Divine Power. Its An Elusive Gift That Can Appear At Any Time, Anywhere. Artists Are In Awe Of It.

The Voice Of The Drum Is A Spirit Thing.