We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

Twentieth-century culture's disease is the inability to feel their reality. People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they're emotionally dead.

There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.