“Sometimes the music gets to going in a circle. That’s when it’s best.” — steve (drippy) wardrip
Just like the beach where my true love betrayed me for another lover, I had to return by myself to that island, to be alone in that same place, to experience camping in a tent, just like they did, to know what happened and to reconcile my feelings, to get to the nitty-gritty of it. I return to the stage each night to do the same thing… to deal with it. I sing and I play my guitar and I listen to the waves of music crashing on the beach, the sounds of music coming from the stage, crashing on all ears in the room. When the calm comes I am at peace with the ocean. When the surf roars, I roar. When the time comes, I am there. When it’s perfect, it goes in a circle.