It is all about doing our daily functions, breathing, sleeping, creaking, groaning, heart beating, stubbing toes, jamming fingers, drinking tea and slogging through the brain work of theory so we can get to the physical act of forcing all those things up through our bodies and into our instrument. more »

Paul saw Mason smile on screen. A tiny smirk. The bastard. "Of course, I couldn't tell you that either. What I can tell you is this. Paul said to me once 'Music can change the world, Mason. It makes bread from stone. It lifts you on angel's wings. It unites us.' All I can say is that Paul is a man of great spirit and his next album will be awesome!" more »

When Paul Castle's first album "Voices of Fortune" was released Mason North had anticipated the great success and sent Paul away to a cabin in Northern Finland for a few months to write more. Mason also needed Paul to disappear for a while so he could m… more »

He lifted his guitar and gently placed his fingers on the neck, like an embrace. Right hand touched the body, brushed the right buttons. Small fuzz, a little distortion. Stroke. A perfect chord. more »

And you know, it's not about quality. It's not about copying the riffs exactly. It's not about who is better or worse. A person gets to a certain level of playing maybe, they plateau with their own style and means of expression, and they are happy with that, and that's fine. more »

"You see," he said excitedly as he scrambled for his case and started opening it. "Everything vibrates. Everything oscillates. Everything moves." He flipped the latch and threw the case open. Within was a tuning fork. "In this universe it's the speed of light. In mine it's the tone." She could hardly look at it. It was a two pronged fork but seemed twisted into strange shapes, seemed to be existing in two places at one time. more »