Finding beauty in the dissonance.

I believe that music is a force in itself. It is there and it needs an outlet, a medium. In a way, we are just the medium.

And if you don't live, you have nothing to write about.

I believe that when you go into a gallery or a museum, the most powerful pieces are the ones that don't have the words in the corner that distract you from the larger piece.

Today's woman puts on wigs, fake eyelashes, false nails, sixteen pounds of make-up/shadows/blushes/creams, living bras, various pads that would make a linebacker envious, has implants and assorted other surgeries, then complains that she cannot find a 'real' man

Liar, lawyer, mirror show me. What’s the difference?

I feel like with music there's so much ego rooted in expressing your thoughts and your experiences with it.