November 13, 2006

You ask me why music is important to me. Baby, I could tell you it's like the air or the moon or the stars ... but that's not enough. It's unseen but felt inside your very essence. The way it finds you is through your hips. Once it gets in there..well, it ain't never letting go. You move those hips and your legs follow like you gave them orders. Then you're moving baby... and once you start moving, it's the end of the world as you know it. The door swings wide and you're welcomed inside a room that looks like heaven, feels like heaven and for all intents and purposes is heaven. It's the music baby. It's where it's at. It matters more than eating or breathing. Look baby, if you don't have music...well then you're just not living.

Yea, I've seen people who don't know me. Sometimes I feel like there's a few thousand people staring at my face. I feel like I can't move. Like I'm frozen. I can feel their eyes staring into my soul. When I try to see what they're looking for all I see is questions. Questions about who I am and where I've been. I can tell you this much, I'm right where you see I am and no place else.

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