Performers are insane. It takes a madman to want to stand up in front of people and somehow find a sense of self worth from doing that. The performer is as insane as the audience wants to make them. more »

The actual writer doesn't think about any of this. All those detaily questions have to be internalized. The ideas have to flow and you can't be worrying about all those structural details if you want those ideas to come out. Otherwise you are just hung up on a whole bunch of meaningless details. more »

Sorry, people, but fantasy often gets mixed up with reality and people end up chasing the wrong things. It all has to do with the media. I've been looking to the TV for my dreams all my life. But it doesn't have to be on video before it's real. more »

This is about a writing group. This is all about writing, and whether you write music or books you want such a group. It may be fictional. It may be real. I'm not telling. more »

Music does not need to be an opiate of the masses, you know. Music is war drums, bagpipes and horns screeching on the battlefield. Music is weddings and the funeral march. Music is school dances with boys at one side and girls at the other, nervous and unsure how to share their passion. Music is innocence and the surprise of feeling that sneaks up into the corner of your eyes and that sudden sob that stops your throat. Music is our heartbeats and our breathing and the rhythm of sex. Music is life and death and thought. more »

It has been 16 years since Tupac Shakur' s death, and ten years since The Rose That Grew from Concrete, and I don't know what's going on with stuff, or if other people know what's going on. I've been too busy travelling the world in the past twenty years to know what's going on in the media. But I feel something universal, something that touches me, and I think his words are still, and maybe not heard. And perhaps there is something healing within them. Amidst the concrete, a rose grows. more »