From the cradle we bend to what grabs us, entertains us, horrifies us.
Provenance and veracity are secondary to the ways in which these stories illustrate and inform the bigger picture. Heroism, evil, love, madness, all words, the story if it is to be worthy must be more than just words...
The truth is there in the crevices.
The truth is light sensitive, you tease it out with small offerings in quiet rooms and sometimes those wondrous eyes appear and illuminate...
The real stuff comes from 'the mystery of that which lies about us'...
These are terrible times and we cannot if we write on any level remain in what has been called
'The Eden of creativity'...
It's bad out there but the shutters are always open.
These songs are in their oblique way a means of approaching the the bloodshed...
The great affair continues with life, with love, with the neighbours, with the cat, with America, with God, with the endless keyboard, with 'the mystery of that which lies about us'.
We can't escape, I can't escape.