I Get Lost, Sometimes. Days

Climbing Up On Solsbury Hill I Could See The City Light Wind Was Blowing, Time Stood Still Eagle Flew Out Of The Night He Was Something To Observe Came In Close, I Heard A Voice Standing Stretching Every Nerve I Had To Listen, Had No Choice

I Try When I'm Writing To Fill My Head And My Ears With All Sorts Of Stuff And Then Let It Settle And Filter Through. At A Certain Point It Seems Like Fruitless Activity Because You're Taking A Lot Of Time And Not Seeming To Get Anything. And Then, Slowly, You Realize You've Actually Digested Elements And That Your Thinking Is Being Freed Up And The Way You Build Up Compositions Is Changed As A Result Of What You've Been Listening To.

At The Heart, It Is World Music That I Do. It's All Connections. Ultimately, We're All Connected.

The Un Declaration Of Human Rights Laid Down What Any Person Might Reasonably Expect, Yet There Are Remarkably Few People Who Enjoy These Rights. With Cameras In The Hands Of Activists And Meaningful Distribution Of Those Images, We Will Witness What Really Goes On In This World And Hopefully Want To Change It.

I Like The Touch And The Smell Of All The Pretty Dresses You Wear.