| Oh MAN, is art ever important. I mean looking at art, doing art, whatever. Doing something creative for its own sake -- I wouldn't be able to get through a week if I didn't know I'd be making music at the end of it.
You get home from your nine-to-fiver, be it school or work, stressed, tired, brain-bored.
I place the headphones on my ears and listen. . .
Turning up the Shena Ringo album and dancing around the family room when nobody's looking; a new drum beat occurs to me. I dash to my drum set and play until it gets out of my system.
Would you please
Tobira wo akete
And could you please
Soba ni yorisotte
I did a pretty good job for the beat on that song. Hey, this poem. . .
No bloom in this wild array would I wish to slight
but dearest of all to me is the wild carnation.
Dearest of all to me is art. Looking at my best friend's newest sketch, seeing the artistry in a motorcycle racer's line through a chicane, finally mastering the finger-wrist whip stroke so I can play fast sixteenths on the hi-hat. Hearing that song that makes me cry, oh my, it's the whisper of my heart, saying
Art is so important. | 
