Chapter One...

    To take the road in between is to commit the suicide of the senses, go low or go high and experience what there is to be within the experience. It is twelve forty one in the morning and my recollections of the past consume me with wanting to see all of what I say, one can only comprehend the statement made through story and the process of designing such a tale, unless one is suited for the role. In one night, conversations begin with the over hearing (sensing,) that binds us to travel within a new dimension, a conscious world that embodies all of it's life and recycles life back into purpose and manifestations of doubt and question. These conversations lead to those who are confident in there word and spirit, WE have entered this garden of spirit and collided head on with the Spacehole of our Time. 

      We have awoken into the hours of our innocence to find one element charged with simplicity and defiance, we as the whole define what has and hasn't been through thoughtful diligence and forth-comings into the drunken oblivion manifest. Once taken, the stage becomes a renaissance of persuasion and sexuality as its reception of the horn, moving symbiotically within its envelope of sound, it is clear of intention and grace consuming only fibers of recognition that once understood, wholly embracing its indifference and conjure the aromatic essence of its being, the horn, the horns, the horn, the drums, thee drums, the drums, the bass, oh the bass reaches into my belly and pulls spirits into the golden void that have not been pulled toward a center as of now. We are afraid, scared for the future as we have been here before to let go and trust that through music and life the sustenance will be there for future prosperity to flourish. We need not be afraid to submit our bodies to this desire, once again to be proven wrong that again the role of the musician cannot be withheld within this society, like the moth to the flame, what is inevitable will happen. With burnt wings we shall fall or fly, except knowing that their are others who will fall with us, if this be the case, my faith is strong and we have everything to put towards the cause and to know that their might be others who have indifference's is heartbreaking and will cause the colony to fall is, unbearable. I see the flower and the bee together forming one beautiful unison and it is the work that is most gratifying to me, the object of how to transport the pollen when the pouch is to full and to move is of upmost importance to me, I bow to those before who have positively transformed chaos into solution and solution into reality as in the lore books ahead of our time. There is one to create the platform for the peasant to rise and break the barriers for those who seek justice in a world that has been defined by misguided laws and false directions toward a human consciousness that will suit the enlightened, misguided ones, godspeed and prevail through uncharted territories that we as a whole will survey and chart for those who seek the the same, for those about to rock, we salute you...