Experience already reduced to a group of impressions is ringed round for each one of us by that thick wall of personality through which no real voice has ever pierced on its way to us or from us to that which we can only conjecture to be without.
To burn always with this hard gem-like flame to maintain this ecstasy is...
It evolved from my experience in the fifties growing up during the McCarthy...
There is two kinds of music the good and the bad. I play the good kind.
