A full moon was blazing over the city, so swollen and heavy and beautiful I thought I could touch it, but I was in my car careening down the highway, illegally masquerading in my futuristic gilded carriage called an automobile, lights streaming by in wicked laser bright burgeoning hope in a neon livewire act of technology and I cried out to no one and pressed my accelerator to the floor like I would take flight and collide with that mystical world in my head that is part renaissance court, part mad warrior, part trippy troubadour, part hopelessly hopeful heroine - while Led Zeppelin’s symphonic Stairway to Heaven poured from my speakers at an ungodly volume, pouring and thundering out like it’s purging its soul into my ears, tears running down my cheeks in deepest gratitude for music, deepest gratitude that that solace of imagination, of wonder, of sex, of passion, of pain, of sweetness exists and artists dare to create it and take us down like a wild lover of carnality and make love to us with whispers of melody and caresses of beautiful bass beating the rhythms in the loins of life… gratitude to bleeding fingers; to exposing the vulnerabilities of the heart, naked for us to witness and take as our own; gratitude for the emotions it allows us to feel; gratitude for the insanity it sometimes takes in the relentless pursuit of musical wonderment; gratitude for beat boxing, soul bearing, fucking up, extraordinary loving, hoping, dreaming, sweet strings of a cello moaning, a violin yearning, a spoken word crying out - pissed off angry hear me out cause I wanna hope; gratitude for my love gypsy king strumming pounding creating I am in love forever riding the turbulent waves of your creativity; gratitude for music that spreads me open and tunes me to D minor; dare devil dance tunes shaking us up and making us laugh on the extrovert’s stage, that guitar riff wrangling me in, drummer beat me, love me, take me I’m yours, you are my heart beat; melody muse, sick sucker punch lyric showing me the truth actually, to feel feel feel, to weep, to love, to swoon, to disappear into the magic essence, the magic desire, the wanton need of music, all music, all music, sing to me always….
If I could give out one thing through my music, my words it would be passion. And would that inspire? I hope so. Would that weave dreams? I hope so. Life is a daily wonder to me, daily woven with magic even when they are difficult days and the volley of light and dark do battle within. I have written for many television and film projects and I am always grateful to exercise that craft. I have written this album with my amazing partner, Kor, called Rise. I have traveled like the troubadours all across the West Coast playing at festivals, taking with us our traveling tents and our caravan of revelers. It has been and continues to be an indelible experience, and I am eternally grateful for those who have come to share in our musical experience, who come to step into my upside-down renaissance world that has collided with the powerful technology of today that gives me space to write my songs and tell my stories. I have learned in life, there ain’t no map! But for me that means the road ahead is my own creation and the footprints I leave behind are a reminder of where I have been. I am ever grateful to my friends for caring about my music, to people I may never meet who write to me and share their thoughts about my music or a lyric that touched them… that is why I do this – to somehow tie my map of life to yours – that we may write our story together…
