Unacceptance

sent to a world of unreachable dreams

a life to live with hurt

sounds of your laughter that buried my screams

a prayer that's gone unheard

why oh why do we hate so

why do we live with such shame

why oh why do we live so

careless, burning holes into our minds?

i keep thinking of all the promises broken

the lies, the abuse, the hurt

thinking of god and why my family's broken

why my prayers go unheard

why oh why do we hate so

why do we live in shame

why oh why do we live so

careless burning holes into our minds?

Father's turned his back on the family values

kicked over sandcastles dishonored my mom

put me down at every turn!

watched as my wife's family as they do the same thing

turn to god as a reason for why they're cruel

I sat and watched as her tears hit the floor

to see her heart's eternal duel

Why oh why do we hate so

why do we live in shame?

why oh why do we live so

careless burning holes into our minds?

Wishing for peace with my brother

wishing for peace from god

wishing for dreams of my family

to finally no longer be enemies...

No more burning holes into our minds.

Building that bridge between father and kid,

being punished for every stupid thing I said or did,

brother acted like he's big and strong,

not when some badguys came along,

only when he could beat me down,

picked on me because I'm the only one around.

Sister gave her heart for the dollar,

living a sara palin clone mindset

too good to give her sister a hollar.

Bragging all about that christian crusade,

but it's only them who's brandishing a blade.

Where in the bible does it say

if you hang with the dogs you catch fleas?

Why is their faith so weak that

the fear of marilyn manson brings them to their knees?

Criticize me on my morals as you cast me away

because my faith in god is expressed a different way

Doesn't your holy texts tell you to embrace the love

give your holy body to the powers above

it's not like you look to the sky to even see a peace dove

but it's been there, I sent it to you.

on it's leg a letter to you, one last dream for me and you

that we all become family under one god,

don't call it a name, just accept that we're odd.

We were created to do as we do,

it helps people live happily as we can show you.

We don't have to be involved in your mess

don't have to have our lives be ruined by

Ralph, Edith, Rebecca, Max and Jess.

If they want to hate us, we let them do so,

but knowing in god we are loved beyond what they know.

We know god loves us and has angels to tell us so.

We speak and write of wisdom that's in your books

and we'll share it so you can know.

We got to do things that you'll never get to do

we'll get to see things you'll never get to see

we'll make friends you'll probably never meet

and it's sad, I wish you'd all come with me.

It's a joy to have life friends, loyal and devoted,

can carry on justice in your life to the end,

with grace, dignity and honor. Not many have that.

We wish all those who'd turned their backs on us well.

We pray that they'll see our hearts still reach out to them

and wish to be family and no longer live in an emotional hell.

No more tears, just laughter and joy, I'd love it if my wife could

see her daughter and boy. The monster she'd bore children for

I wish would just disappear, and the family give them to us

so we can show them the right way to raise children.

Compassionate and understanding, intolerant of intolerance and

accepts no bullshit from stupid people, embraces the smart people,

teaching them to listen, teaching them to learn,

teaching them ways for their living to be earned.

Giving them things I know they never had,

a clean home, healthy food, a loving mom and dad.

My dream for the future I can plainly see

an image of a truly happy life, my wife, children and me.

so many unheard tapes, unheard songs I dream of completing but

rarely get a chance to do it because of all the distractions

I have that are out of my control.

I dream of one day doing the kind of art and songs that

bring peace in people's hearts and turn down people

who're evil and don't give evil a chance to thrive.

Evil's been rewarded for far too long,

it's time for my structures to regain in this song.

Sent to the world of unreachable dreams

a life to live with hurt

sounds of your laughter that buried my screams

my prayers they seemed unheard

just wanted acceptance you tossed me aside

treated me like you'd be happy if I died

creatures of darkness haunted my soul

whenever you hurt me I lost my control

tears flowed like waterdrops flooding the town

nightmares of homelessness tearing me down

knowing I got nowhere to turn it just makes me cry

the wall of unacceptance that's there, don't know why

The gods have created us the same way,

All of the rituals are heard the same way.

don't admonish me for my faith in god,

though my ways of expressing it are a bit odd.

I don't want to hurt anymore

or see my wife hurt anymore.

I don't want to hurt anymore

or see my wife hurt anymore.

What we have in common is we have family who'll never accept us

for who we are, and will always think we're nothing

but bums. We reach out to all those who're feeling the same

and send us a shout out and we hope that you join us and

pray.

Pray to all the gods, all the spirits, in a way they can hear us.

Music.

All sound is is music, all music is is sound.

some thoughts

I play ancient Persian classical songs that are in a language I don't really speak but love the way it sounds the instrumental sounds I hear in it my soul shines when I mimic it. I could play Indian classical music from a part of the world I'd never seen with my own eyes, but I know some part of it reaches to the core of my soul and makes me feel comfort and meditation, peace and harmony, love and laughter. Some people don't realize that the masters of music were the ancients who invented it! I happened to look into it so deeply that I'd let go of simpler forms of music, gone onto things that challenge my mind, and I find the finest music in the world are done by truly passionate and beautiful people. People who'd never do petty things, they'd just as much made music to reflect honestly the kindness of their spirits, the values of their morals, as they do in their day to day lives, the way they interact with everyone. The real heroes of the music world are super cool people who resonate beautiful energy you can't help but love. They are honest with what they say in their songs, they're honest with what they experience in their music, while the music is entertaining to listen to, entertainment is not of their concern, it's just what happens when they enter the stream of energy that flows in the universe, bringing a sentiment that blesses people's hearts with harmony and peace. I find the men and women who do music that I admire the most are also very good people, people who'd never once stolen money from a friend, live by a very ancient honor code personally and without knowing it, are just good people, it shows in the music they play, I don't listen to music done by mean spirits, I don't listen to music done by people who're wife beaters, drug addicts that would sell their mother for a hit, I don't listen to people who hurt their souls to gain inspiration to play music, I don't listen to musicians who dishonor themselves by playing music that doesn't relate to what's inside their hearts, what they love to play, what the people who love listening to them like to hear, it's a relationship with the world, and a harmony we musicians all seek to give to someone, somehow. To conjoin the world in love and harmony, creating a message that can be in everyone's home,something the whole world can love and appreciate, be considered as required listening in colleges around the world, that's a dream come true for all musicians of the world of all ages all walks of life. We all create music to be a focal point of love, and inspiring everyone to rejoice together with love, dance, music, food, drink, and good herbs! We're meant to be part of the world, we are just as important as everyone who comes to our shows. We all look at the the many heads in our audiences, we watch them enjoy us play, and it's a feeling unlike any other, especially if a stranger comes up, and watches with a big warm appreciation coming from every part of that person. It's a joy i need to feel right with the universe, something I need to do as a performer, I was born to perform, I need my people! Everyone who comes to my shows, everyone who plays with me, could potentially be a future member of my family. Because I have no brothers or sisters, my father's been way out of touch from my life, and intentionally, my mother and wife are all the family who's really involved in my life, so I adopt people to be my brothers and sisters. Not all of them wanna be adopted, but they know I won't ever hurt them and always will show them love when I see them. I do with all those who really want to be part of my family. Those who I have in my family treat me like family. And I benefit from it emotionally to know I know such great people.

Something I just thought of...

Videos!!! I have videos!!!
I forgot to show you folks that I have videos online!
Well, how about that? I'm gonna have to go hunt down some
embed codes and plug that shit up on here, because that's
something everyone needs to see!
Ok then,

This video is of my friend Mushroom Jordan, Jordan Weiss, a good friend of mine, hope he's doing well, he's had some tough times, but it appears that his mushroom workshops are doing great. The background music I did, I edited the video as well. We had the concept to do tutorial videos for the mushrooms, I have tons of footage, and as soon as I get an other video editing software, I'll be able to do more. I'm very proud of this video.


This band here, I played bass in, the guitar player was a psychotic asshole, the drummer very much had this attitude of a hired gun, and just like a hired gun, he's in a cover band now, doing quite well from what I heard, making more than he did delivering pizza for pizza hut. The guitar player makes more money doing his job, so music is not that important to him, except when people do as he says. He likes to think of himself as the coach of the band, however the most liked songs we did together were songs I composed... It's a pity the band didn't last longer, they had the skills to play good music, but were just a bit too stuck in their ways to really work with each other let alone me. Roger D'Carlo, the guitar player, well, the last time I saw him was when he slapped my friend Mike Sprigo in the face, then Sprigo kicked him in the balls, right then and there I had to choose who was really a better friend to me, so I chose to back up Sprigo, he was more valuable to me as a friend than Roger was. Roger was quite abusive, and pretty much started the fight by telling Sprigo, who gave me a ride to Roger's home where the practice space is, so I could get there early and practice with Roger a bit just me and him, as Roger requested, but Roger copped an attitude and basically said ok, my bassist is here now, I have no more use for you, get the fuck out. Basically. When Sprigo retorted with "Ok fine, fuck you too, jesus!" Roger bitchslapped Sprigo and then the fight was on. I believe a man of honor never strikes the first blow. Roger dishonored himself by doing that. So I abandoned him as a friend and as a musical compatriot. Thank you meth, if it were not for you, Roger would still be in a band!


Fuck meth heads. more later!
I must take my wife to the doctor today, I'm nervous, and seriously hope it's not bad news.

Wish me luck blog people!

Musicians wanted ad that was too long for craig's list

I am a professional musician, I have been classically educated and earned a great deal of credentials to prove my hard work
has been achieved with success. I've played in numerous shows, numerous bands, all kinds of music, seen audiences in the 5000 people
range, and most of them were there to see my bands, I've been low profile, only known as a maniac who plays a unique instrument and
instrumental style. I'd been known to mock amateurs when their inflated egos had gotten the better of them and they decide to treat
me poorly. I'd been kicked out of bands for proving people wrong when it came to music history, music theory, and various sources
of knowledge that few know about. I speak multiple languages, I'd read hundreds of books, studied many styles of music, played and
recorded with professionals and amateurs alike, made a lot of fun noise, made some very tasteful art, made some sounds that made people
want to dance or hit their head on a wall. I've done numerous kinds of music by myself, and done tons of music videos, some of which
are amateur looking to professionals, but really they're just recordings i did by myself, each instrument an improvisation in its composition.
I have a lockjaw memory, I memorize material rather easily.

Now why am I out of work? I'm out in the middle of bumf*$k fairview oregon, the most culture-less part of northwestern Oregon, very few
places out here to play music, and unfortunately, I'm bus bound, so since the crappy bus schedule out here limits my nightlife, I'd not played as many gigs.
Now I miss working, and if I had a friend who was dedicated enough to pick my fuzzy ass up on the way to practice, then he'd have himself
an amazing person in his/her band. Out of all the phenomenal guitarists I have found in the city of Portland, I'd estimate I'm still in the top 100 of the best of the best from here. I watched some of the most prolific guitarists of the city do their magic, and learned many cool tricks from them, to the point that playing with me alone teaches you techniques. I love a good jam, I love to play music with my wife.
She's a bit of a newby, but very good player all ready. I'd been teaching her little tidbits, I'd been playing instruments since I was very little.
Music was an inborn gift to me, and I love sharing it... I miss sharing it.

What I'm looking for, simple. People who'd be cool enough to take us both. She's a great person, very stylish and entertaining, very intelligent,
she's a comedian and writer long before she's a musician, but since she's been married to me, and she grew up on a musical family's influence,
growing up in Mississippi, she grew up with a lot of southern gospel music influences, lots of folk, has a rich and beautiful voice, she rocks though,
first song I heard her introduce me to was a song by Nightwish, the song Nemo, she sang with it, and blew the singer in the cd away, and she had a
big pair of speakers she played that cd on, full volume, her voice alone soared above the volume of this loud stereo. Loud, rich, beautiful. I've always wanted a woman who could sing that way. She was dressed like a rockstar when I met her, so was I, really. We wanted to flash our colors when we met on our first date. It was amazing. We got married, had many social beautiful jams with my friends, and now we're looking for more intensive of a project.

It's really tough to communicate to a world of shallow tourist hobbyist musicians who're only out to play music if it gratifies them alone, not really looking at it from a communal standpoint which is vital if you're to have a good band last. Everyone needs to be patient and cool with each other in order to get the best of every individual musician's ideas out into the recordings and compositions done together.

I despise the pretentiousness I'd seen in the underground scene out here. I think many of the people out here forming bands haven't a clue what it's all about, going about playing shows with less than a basic rudimentary knowledge of the art, has very little appreciation for other styles of music outside their shallow pool of bands they listen to and emulate. I'm really looking deeply for someone or several someones who are understanding I want something sincere, something magical, something somewhat like love. I thought I'd never find the perfect woman for me, but I did. I was for years thinking that Nequaquam Vacuum was the most I could do, the best I could do, I played in rock bands, jazz bands, too bad the best music I did never got recorded, or some idiot who recorded it lost the tape or accidentally erased my music files off their computer, or decided to be a jerk to me and cut communication with me, which as a result cuts me off the best material I have on recordings. People have stolen music from me, so I'm very cautious about it now. I was involved in recording projects with people who ended up having someone else take a picture and put it on their album instead of me, but it was my instrumental talents on the cd... but try to prove that in court when all you could get is a budget lawyer, and you're up against people who're rich who could get the kinda lawyers that'd end up suing me for insulting them with the bother of suing them for the music they stole. I'll end up looking like the badguy and in front of people I could end up being hired by... But you never know who's going to pay you and who's gonna be a shietze brain and rip you off. Yes, I'd been ripped off, been ripped off by close friends, and by different people of all kinds. I'd had my instruments stolen from me, I'd been on tour, I'd had my heart broken, I'd been homeless, I'd been strung out, I'd been rehabilitated, I'd married twice, I have no car, I'm clean as a whistle, don't drink, smoke bud sometimes but I'm not someone who gets laid out all day doing nothing... well my goal is not to be that way anyway, heh heh! I found what would be best for my emotional and mental well being if I don't put myself through stir crazy days when I have the gifts and the talents to do some really great shows. Lazy screwballs do not know what they're missing, if you could pick Ozzy Osbourne up to do a show with you, wouldn't you?

truth is, I have really bad eyesight and my depth perception has made me a danger on the road, it's a handicap I have, so I can't drive.
but just because I can't drive a car doesn't mean I can't play the hell out of anything you hand me.

Music is what I live for, and my wife follows me wherever I go. Maybe having her will keep me unemployed until she's got a parallel with me
on skills, but maybe not. She's able to play, she should do the american idol thing, but she doesn't like preppy twits, so given she'd be surrounded by that crap the rest of her life if she won that contest, or even was on it once, she said hell no. Wouldn't be caught dead doing that, for one, she rocks on karaoke, but wouldn't consider that a way to express her artistic self. She could win. So instead of doing the preppy way of making money, we're doing it the poor rocker's way - rock the f*#k out with the best of the fu%$ing best of the the united states, and get some serious music going on!

We have songs, but don't really have the capability to record them yet, but they're awesome. In the meantime, I have webpages.
If you'd read this all and are intrigued, then feel free to contact us. We'd love to network with people who respond highly to what I had to say.

It's really the best I can say. I don't want lazy people, I don't want arrogant people, I don't want tourists, I want people who are interested in counting me in on a project that will stick to it with us as a major part of the sound, unfortunately we can't really give you an idea of what it's like to play with us yet, but trust me, it's a memorable experience, a beautiful one that is the way it should be. Open, social, friendly, creative, copacetic.

I'm tired of getting phonecalls from idiots, I made that mistake by posting it in mercury enough times to know, that is not good idea to put your number anywhere online.

You want to contact us, contact us through here. I don't want to waste my time looking up everyone's webpages, though the recorded material usually presents the best of other musicians, I don't think I care enough about what I recorded to really show it, because what I'd do with your band has nothing to do with what I did in other bands. I'm what a real musician is made of, someone who virtually has been in all the typical types of bands, aced them, but was kicked out due to the ego of the leader of the bands, who feared me upstaging them or taking over the band because right away with each band, I earned respect with my moves and my ears, which are keen as a cat's ears. Ask me if I need a friggin' electric tuner? professionals don't need that crap, the ears and the skills are all you need. You got the ears, you don't need to rely on tweaky little devices which serve as a crutch to people without the ears to hear out the exact notes, which isn't rocket science.

I don't like drummers who snap their sticks while playing, or think that drum sets sound better out of tune, or for that fact don't even know how to tune drums. I don't like guitarists who can't be flexible with melodic structures. Nothing upsets me more than to hear a musician say "I can't play with that!"
I don't throw out such difficult things that it's impossible to memorize.

But I do play music I'm proud of.

About Me

Just thought I'd splash my newest design patterns on here. I call this "The Drink Fairy In Mushroom Land".

I am just bored and trying to figure out brand new ways to occupy my time. I figure since my friend Dingo is doing an amazing blog, and my ex-friend noah is doing an amazing blog, I'm not really having very many amazing things happen in my life anymore. Since I jumped ship on the circus, I haven't really had a whole lot of action at all. Kinda makes me wonder just what the hell. I should be looking for folks who know what they're doing as far as promotions are concerned,

I'm a musician by trade, I should be able to get gigs with just my guitar or sitar playing alone, but I haven't really managed to find many shows with that, not that it's not good, it's just I don't really know where to look. I know there's gotta be a market for it out there somewhere, I have great music online all over the place, youtube, soundclick, myspace, tons of stuff.

I'd love to show folks what I do, and I'd love even more to make new stuff with new people, but i think I ran out of city to explore. Portland's got a great culture, and I wish I was part of it still.
As the world slips by me, I think more and more, there's gotta be a fucking way I can get involved in something again. I'm so fucking bored lately, I wish I had more to do than just video games and surfing internet for musicians who may or may not want to have anything to do with me, and for that fact, searching for places close enough to me that i could walk or afford a taxi if i go perform there, being without a car, I'm extremely limited as to where I can go, considering the fact that the bus stops running past 10:30 PM, which sucks, most of the action in the city happens past 9pm at best.

So here I am, dreaming of the past, thinking of what things may come in the future, contemplating pressuring my wife to do some more music with me, but she's always busy doing something else, and she has a bad case of A.D.D. so when I try to get her to do more than one thing at a time, she gets angry. I get upset inside, but only a little bit, she is wonderful otherwise. She's not got the burning desire to do music that I do, though. Sometimes I feel like it's really just a hobby for her, and for some reason or an other, she has a terrible block. I want to do music with her badly, but getting it out of her is hard.

I think maybe it's so hard to get music out of my wife because we really don't have anywhere to take it, and no means to take it somewhere.

We like to dream of one day saving the world with wisdom from hidden worlds, and fantasize of the world that will be when the world wakes up... But sometimes it appears quite dismal, and people end up staying ignorant for their whole lives.

One thing is for certain, we do have it easy, nothing but smooth sliding for us both.

It's been a much needed resting period, being hellishly busy all the time with stuff

made my heart hurt, but at the time I was most successful I was single and really going

through hell in my mind. Now that I have a clearly lucid point of view, it's as if things have

entirely changed, people from different circles are resurfacing with friendships I didn't expect to be there for me. My friend Balam Mcnally is turning out to be a good friend again, it was pleasant to see him take some time to get out and hang with me, especially in my mother's roach infested home. That took bravery, seriously. My mother lives in HAP housing, and the roach problem is so terrible where she lives, and it's really not her fault, if it were not for the roaches, her house would be as clean as a hospital, it's just her neighbors have such terrible filth problems, the roaches effortlessly move from floor to floor, one apartment gets bombed, then all the roaches migrate to an other apartment. My mother's apartment happens to be in part of a large artery of roaches that go throughout the whole building from within the walls, they should just tear it down, give all the people in there new homes, and build a new hap building there. But Oregon has very little funding as it is, they're barely able to keep the assisted living homes open.

It's a pity, it really is, that people who have money don't want to share it to take care of the elderly and disabled.

We are here because of our elderly.

Americans have no respect for elderly it seems. Oddly enough though I'm an american born and raised, yet I learned values that don't often peek out here in this country. There are others who have values like I do, but there's not many. It's strange how our country has gotten extremely polarized, the ones who have no value and only care about themselves, they're the ones with things to share, and the ones who have nothing, they share whatever they get, expressing true godly way of being.

My views on god are very in between the road with everything. Christians would say I'm a devil worshipping hippy, but I'm far from that, I'm very deeply spiritual, I happen to believe god is able to be found, but not through only one road, and not through appreciating just one face of god. Though in nature my beliefs are pagan, I happen to believe that there is only one god, but that it's beyond our understanding as humans, and we still aren't even evolved enough mentally or spiritually to understand or comprehend anything relative to our incarnations, so we'd rather simplify it, some throughout history were smart enough to know about god and what created us, those rare beautiful people who were born with their third eye open wide, mind expanding beyond the rising sun, they knew about god, but still being human, arrogance and greed took them over, and they applied very juvenile ethics to it, like when the christians insult god by saying that god is jealous. God has no reason to be jealous, it controls everything. I refuse to believe god is jealous. The islamics say god is humble, I don't believe that either, because we have been made aware that something other than our mother created us, that somehow we're intelligent enough to know that we couldn't have just appeared out of nowhere, there had to be an explanation. So god creates so much beauty, it lavishly shows off with it's colors every day and night, the stars, the moon, the sun, the earth, the planets from our ever expanding universe, that's not an act of a humble or shy creature, it's a creature that sees beauty in it's achievements as god, and creates infinitely in every direction. God created us as male and female, but didn't create everything that way. So how are we to assume that god is split in two sexes? If god is male like mono-thiests believe, and god is female like the pagans and hindus believe, then what if that's just god's way of showing it's self to cultures that only accept images that comfort them, to the chaotic unbalanced west, a big tough scary guy who's gonna beat you up if you don't do as he says, that's what they will listen to, and to the east, a big scary man would be revered as a demon, so therefore ignored, so god presented it's self as mother, comforting the tender yet naive ways of the east.

A lot more can be accomplished as far as learning through love, but you must be afraid of what will happen if you do evil. Not because god will punish you, but the fact is, you're bringing punishment on yourself by being evil. Like the elderly ladies who love being mean to children as they pass by, those women are suffering due to being alone, and when they act evil, they stay alone. That's the punishment they should fear for doing evil.

What christians and pretty much any primordial spirituality fails to realize is that evil is not forgiven, it is punished. But not by god. It's punished by you.

Ever read "The Tell Tale Heart" by Edgar Allan Poe? Required dismal reading by the american school systems, right? Well that's a classic story of how a human punishes themselves for evils done to their fellow man. Undoubtedly that had happened to many a murderers in their lives, being haunted with images of the people they'd slain, and images of them being killed inside their heads, recycling the pain over and over and over. It makes you only good for one thing, and that's death. Just as if you had good experience with love, you become very loving, and teach people by example what love is. Not everyone will listen to you because you're in a world that's pretty much self centered and hateful, if not fueled by hatred.

The illnesses that mankind have are greater than they realize.

The processes of evolution are getting more and more obvious. Our knowledge is exponentially expanding and doubling every generation. I remember my grandfather telling me things about when I was in grade school, and he said it was clear until highschool that he even started learning that. That's evolution. Yet with our abilities as humans to read an entire book, we still fail to have any concept of peace. The hypocrisy of the governments, especially the united states, simply fact, we have a violent national anthem, an anthem that speaks of bombs and rockets, somehow that's how we've become free... one nation under a god that's not even worthy of arch demon status due to it's weak and fragile nature, being jealous and vengeful, fire and brimstone punishments, damnations to a place of eternal pain and burning.

God's too busy to spend all it's time damning people to hell.

It's my belief god wants us to become powerful and beautiful.

entertaining god with our concepts and arts.

I believe the way to god is honoring god through art and teaching people it is better to pick up a music instrument than a weapon, it's better to work for what you own rather than to steal it, it's a big world full of single people, you don't need your married neighbor's spouse's sexual favors, you don't need to hurt anyone's feelings, and everyone's above being treated poorly, just as they're above treating people poorly. It's society's mistake that people fail in learning or living.

It's society to blame when a teenager kills themself. It's the cultural failure that results in our children losing their minds and destroying the peaceful ways people live. It's our failure as one world that we still have starving nations and people dieing of the common cold or skin diseases that'd take simple clean water and soap to cure. It's our world's failure that we see people too sick in the head to be walking free on the streets doing so and spreading the sickness by perpetuating it through doing evil.

It's society to blame that people don't understand what sex is for. True it's not just for procreation, it's for fun too, and it does not apply to life now the way it did 200 years ago.

In the olden days it was revered as a horrific crime for there to be sex before marriage, some cultures punished it by death. Now a days people have 50-100 lovers before marriage...

That to me is sick. It says this world has no idea what love is. We grow up watching people fall in love, they have sex, then they get married, then the cheating starts, all because they had a fight, and to get revenge they find someone else to have sex with. Typical american love story.

It's european too. I don't really hear many stories from people in the Phillippines doing that.

I don't hear of anyone having sex crimes in Singapore. People maybe boring there, but they do have the right idea about sex, it shouldn't be a prerequisite to marriage.

Yet that's the way of our culture now. So now that love has changed meaning, and priorities in physical and emotional politics have been shot to hell, what is next? What shall we do to get people to understand love isn't dead in the world, it's just changed shape?

As everything does, life changes shape. How you can become a fat out of shape person by sitting on your ass doing nothing all day day after day or how you can become skinny and unhealthy by starving and running yourself out of energy and then running off fumes surviving off hamsterfood and the occasional chicklet as a snack.

And so it is with love, so I say.

I love my wife very much, she's not as passionate about music as I am, but she is as passionate about me as I am about her. That's what matters.

She's the best for me. Matches me like a fingerprint.

And so we move onward to the sky!!!