In my very small and insignificant corner of the world, September 11 has made me realize how incredibly lucky I am to have lived the cozy and safe life that I have lived up to this point. There are so many people in the country and in the world that are doing brave and noble deeds and there are others that are in need of just basic services. To that end, I will no longer pocket any monies received from any recording I have made or will make in the future. My recordings are made for the love of making music and would be considered an outrageous indulgence in most corners of the world. Those fortunate enough to pluck a song out of the air know that the music they create is not totally their own.
Musicians are the vehicles that translate and give structure to a greater mystery.
The quote above was taken from the liner notes of my first CD and explains in a nutshell my feelings about the origins of all music. There are so many great musicians in the world today, that it was somewhat of a bold move to expose my musical soul to be bashed or embraced when I made the plunge to record and release an album of acoustical guitar instrumentals. This music is personal, yet everyone was encouraging me to let more than a few friends and family hear it. It really began to be apparent that most of what is played on the radio is controlled by a relatively small handful of marketing people from large record companies who think that they know what you, the public, want to hear. There is so much music available in the world today, that even if a radio station never repeated one song, they would never present all the glorious music that exists all over the world today.