I Don't Write Music For Sissy Ears.

A Song Has A Few Rights The Same As Ordinary Citizens... If It Happens To Feel Like Flying Where Humans Cannot Fly... To Scale Mountains That Are Not There, Who Shall Stop It?

The Fabric Of Existence Weaves Itself Whole.

Awards Are Merely The Badges Of Mediocrity.

Music Is One Of The Ways That God Has Of Beating In On Man.

The Possibilities Of Percussion Sounds, I Believe, Have Never Been Fully Realized