Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, Expelled Philosopher, and Maladroit Carpenter Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
"Music rots when it gets too far from the dance. Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music."