Obsessed, Blessed & CursedI never chose to start making music, it chose to make itself through me. I don`t have any training nor was I brought up with any instruments at my disposal. So it was a shock and a fright to be a little boy plagued with tantalizing sounds forced into my mind in the middle of the night, prompting me to get up and try to recreate them, whether or not my body was capable of understanding what a `melody` or a `chord` or a `scale` was, or what sort instrument was being communicated to me by whatever mystical source this was.
This has continued to happen my whole life, although now I can sometimes pacify whatever source it comes from, and beg for it to ``come to me at a more convenient time so i can SLEEP, PLEASE`
Still, I will continue to listen to the heavenly ethers and be as receptive as I can be, and gratefully allow whichever magical sound needs to emerge.