Living Life on Life's terms...

It's a very simple, but often difficult thing to do. Sometimes the things that are the most simple... can be difficult. (That's always cool with me. I've found the most worthwhile things are very often... um... y'know... difficult.) Maybe it's the very struggle that makes them more worthwhile. I don't know. I'm makin' this up as I go along.

Ha! Didja ever get the feeling the world is becoming a tuxedo, and your a pair of brown shoes?

I'm still listening to that Little Voice inside to hopefully know the best way to adjust the sails, so that I can best go where the wind wants to take me.

I wrote a song. It's called "Wherever I Might Land", and the first verse goes like this.

I used to go against the wind.
But, that's no way to fly.
Flappin' my wings I'd get no place
No matter how hard I'd try.
But, when I just give in and go
To where the blowin' breeze has planned
Y'know, I find a better place
Wherever I might land.

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I'm a writer of songs.

It's what I do. I love my work. I love the amazing artists I'm lucky enough to work with. I love the people I get to play my songs for, and I love this city. I mean, who knew... all those years ago when I began playing music in Central Park, that there would eventually be this many CDs, concerts at Merkin Concert Hall, CAMI Hall, gigs in the Caribbean... a fantastic website like this one. Y'know, I'll be out in Central Park every Saturday this summer, playing for thousands and thousands of people. And, I plan on laughing as much as I ever have, and writing and singing the songs that want to come through me. We're gonna have a great time... "It's just us."

I'm having a bit of a personal dilemma, though.

I've got a bunch of wonderful people around me, some of them telling me one thing about the direction some of my work is taking, and another group of wonderful people telling me the exact opposite. I get emails from people, expressing one thing. And, I get emails from others, expressing feelings that are the exactly the opposite.

UY!

It's generally about direction and focus. It's about what they want to hear, what they'd like to get out of an afternoon with me and my guitar. Y'know, in the past 3 years I came out with 2 albums. On them are song like "Crazy on the Same Day", "One Word", "A Lot of Lonely People", "Just Hafta Trust Me", "Relax It's Only Life"...

But there are also songs like "Where'dat Money Go", "Tired of Being Lied To", "Common Ground", "Where's the Voice"...

In my quiet moments, in my heart, I feel very strongly, that I know what to do with this... that I know what I'm meant to do, the right thing, the Good thing to do. But, then... dammit! I start thinking again.

(It's become one of my mantras. Most thinking... should not be done. Most thinking should not be done. Listen to your heart!

So, I'll sort it out. Quietly.

Then, I'm gonna sit down with the people I trust most and speak with them about this stuff with honesty and humility. And, then hopefully, I'll know how to have the most fun, do the best work, do the most good, enjoy the most success... and, go where the wind wants to take me.

It's a wonderful world.

And, I will follow my heart.

Hey listen, please take at least a moment to check into the "Forum" (message board) today... for News from Iraq. Yeah, we're a nation at war. And, there is a "Hill Person" named Kevin who comes to this website and posts the most informative stuff in there.

My friend Dennis sent this in...

I know most of you live in and around New York City. But, there are alot of people reading this from all over the country and around the world. You can all go into the message board and have fun. Talk about whatever you like... music, movies, sex, whatever... even inane crap like the "Runaway Bride" or how well Laura Bush read some jokes that were written for her. Yay!!! But, please take a moment to read what's going on today on the other side of the planet, in this horrific war that we started, in which our young 20-somethings and countless innocent people are dying.

Thanks

Thanks for everything.