When I came to California, it was the mecca of the world. Every young person on the planet wanted to be here.
I have one piece of music, since 1997, and I don't see it having lyrics. Where does it go in this world? So I haven't recorded it.
Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand
Let light hearts remake us.
I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.
Something's lost, but something's gained, in living everyday.