I`ve become enamored with the mythology and historical context of what music once was within older cultures. As my experience is very limited to this industrial version that I`ve come to know and fear. My experience has been widely cultured by a limited amount of approved albums that made it through the pasturization process. It seems before filtration and domination became an economy fueled marketing goal that music was well known as the applied priveledge of observation, insight, and "free" time. As well its the application of skills and the science of vibrato.

It makes sense that something coming from the combination of so many valued resources would become commodified and bridaled by a market controlled cultuer.

It makes sharing somewhat scary.

However i love to play music, in wide open spaces, in echoing spaces, or near the water. What makes it easy to share the music I write or play is too remind myself that nothing is mine, its not mine to protect or hoard but instead it is a combination of every thing that has been shared with me in the past, However those vibrations reached me they were someones, or from stereo recordings that have become the fabric of my own voice and music i play today, And to not share those gifts that were given to me would be awful,