Leave Every Place You Go, Everything You

I Do Ask Myself Sometimes, What Am I Doing Writing About Animals That Talk Like We Do? But I Guess It's Okay If It Brings Across A Point.

I'm Not Singing Anymore; That Is Why I Am So Pleased To Be Writing. My Daughter Said, "you Just Found A Different Way Of Using Your Voice."

Feed The Body Food And Drink, It Will Survive Today. Feed The Soul Art And Music, It Will Live Forever.

Once In A While I Experience An Emotion Onstage That Is So Gut-wrenching, So Heart-stopping, That I Could Weep With Gratitude And Joy. The Feeling Catches And Magnifies So Rapidly That It Threatens To Engulf Me.

I've Got A Good Right Hook.