“When I made my way across childhood to the tinny AM radio, it was dark...” — Jane Siberry Quote

When I made my way across childhood to the tinny AM radio, it was dark. Lights out. I listened intently. More intently than I ever had before. Something was speaking to my unformed-ness like a long lost friend. Something that I had never met but forgotten nonetheless. I was 'realizing' that music was 'different' from other things in life.

We live in a world where the laws are getting so tight that management has changed to micro-management to quantum-management to paralysis.

As far as I understand, the Second Coming is already here. It's a consciousness. It is not someone who is going to arrive and land in a clearing in the forest. The Hell that they talk of is going to be people creating their own unhappiness, a Hell on Earth.

Maybe a part of me recognized how right the improvising spirit of jazz is. Not the sounds, but the freedom to work with musicians who work that way. It felt very natural to me, but I think there's a way to do it without it being a jazz record.

I don't want to be forgotten or not have helped as many people as I can before I pass.

Perhaps we've got so involved in the false selves we project on social media that we've forgotten that our real selves, our private selves, are different, are worth saving.

War may make us great, but let it never be forgotten that peace only can make us both great and free.

Rosa Parks inspired many. She will not be forgotten.

It's been so long since I've had sex I've forgotten who ties up whom.