"There is a light that never goes out," so goes the song. Time is marching on. I can still dance, I can still laugh, I can still be spontaneous and play. Here is a moment of musical improvisatio... wait a minnit how about ‘no’ on the analytical jargon and over-intellectualization? TO MIX MUSIC TOGETHER , willingly, in excitement, with joy, to have a session not dominated by the hedging, second-guessing, and perpetual dissent - to play like a child - is a special and increasingly rare moment for me. Rarer, but not completely lost. I still wake up some days with that familiar urge and, like a blind man being led, thrust forward - and then suddenly I find myself at the end of an honest musical set. I still have days when my feelings and actions and intentions align, when i sharpen into a musical point, and I streak to the concluding silence smiling like a beam of light
