If not then you must be trying to hear us and in such cases we cannot be heard. We remain in the darkness, unseen. In the center of unpeeled bananas, we exist. Uncolored by perception. Clothed to the naked eye. Five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence. And that's the only fact. In fact, there are no facts.

Fax me a fact and I'll telegram a hologram or telephone the son of man and tell him he is done. Leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none. God and I are one. Times moon. Times star. Times sun. The factor is me. You remember me.

I have an acquired taste for language, yet it is seldom an actual focus of mine.

A lie preserved in stained glass doesn't make it more true.

I feel pretty vulnerable all the time.

Music has always pushed ahead social movements and can do much more than just dumb down a populace.

I'm very excited about the resurgence of vinyl which seems to parallel a growing interest in live performance.